Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I hate Wogs, they live like
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear some wear clogs
All the bloody 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 bastards do, they bloody work!
But in spite of what the papers say, there's work for who want to
The wife and kids is all the work I'm going to!

'Cause I Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
Soome wear some 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 shade of the tree and drink beer all day long
And run amok with a fat jumbuck, down by the
And night at twelve o'clock to show that we're not slaggards
We'll stand and our national song, "Advance Australia", backwards!