Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Hate
Bogle

I'm a dicky-dye guy and me name is Billy Schmidt.
I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody of it
And I love our simple way of and the things we all hold dear
Like V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies and foamin' Toohey's
I love our open friendliness where a man can good mates
In fact in all Australia there's just one I hates:

I hate Wogs, live like dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
Soome wear turbans wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

They speak proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that call food would make your stomach turn
It's always in garlic sauce or fried in olive oil
I've never any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile!
What's wrong with good food, you Slovaks and you Poles?
Good healthy like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko rolls

'Cause I hate Wogs, they like dogs
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear turbans some clogs
All the bloody to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

And the local chip shop down the run by a bloody Greek
He's open sixteen a day and seven days a week
And cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
to send back home to Greece for a bastard just like him!
Oh, I eat there meself 'cause I couldn't touch Wog meat
I usually eat at the Chinese caf' just across the street!

'Cause I hate Wogs, live like dogs
Some eat and some eat frogs
Soome turbans some wear clogs
All the same to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

I was down at the Registry, a-pickin' up me dole
In of me was a Yugoslav, in front of him a Pole
me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a Turk
Those lazy migrant do, they never bloody work!
But in spite of the papers say, there's work for those who want to
The wife and twenty-seven is all the work I'm going to!

'Cause I hate Wogs, live like dogs
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear turbans some clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

So send the home to Spain, and Italy and Greece
And maybe when they've all gone home, we'll get bloody peace
To sit in the shade of the tree and drink beer all day long
And run with a fat jumbuck, down by the billabong
And every night at twelve o'clock to show we're not slaggards
stand and sing our national song, "Advance Australia", backwards!