Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Hate
Bogle

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

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

They can't proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that they call food would your stomach turn
It's always in garlic sauce or fried in olive oil
never tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes vile!
What's wrong with good Australian food, you and you Poles?
Good stuff like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko rolls

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

And the local chip shop down the roadis run by a bloody
He's open sixteen hours a day and seven days a
And every that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back home to for a bastard just like him!
Oh, I never eat there meself 'cause I touch Wog meat
I eat at the Chinese caf' that's just across the street!

I hate Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome wear 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
Behind me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a
Those lazy migrant bastards do, they never work!
But in spite of what the papers say, work for those who want to
The wife and twenty-seven is all the work I'm going to!

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

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