Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

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

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

They speak proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that they call would make your stomach turn
It's always dipped in garlic or fried in olive oil
never tasted any meself, but I bet it all tastes 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 Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome wear turbans wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

And the local shop down the roadis run by a bloody Greek
He's open hours a day and seven days a week
And cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back to Greece for a bastard just like him!
Oh, I never eat there meself I couldn't touch Wog meat
I usually eat at the caf' that's just across the street!

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

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

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

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