Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
-Eric

I'm a dicky-dye Australian guy and me name is Schmidt.
I love this country and I'm bloody proud of it
And I love our way of life 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 in all Australia there's just one thing I hates:

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

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

'Cause I hate Wogs, they live dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
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
open sixteen hours a day and seven days a week
And every that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back home to Greece for a bastard 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, they like dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
Soome turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me 'cause I Wogs.

I was queueing down at the Registry, a-pickin' up me
In front of me was a Yugoslav, in front of him a
Behind me was a Eyetalian, him was a Turk
Those lazy migrant bastards do, they bloody work!
But in of what the papers say, there's work for those who want to
The wife and kids is all the work I'm going to!

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

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