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 and foamin' Toohey's beer
I love our friendliness where a man can make good mates
In fact in all Australia just one thing I hates:

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

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

'Cause I Wogs, they live like dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome wear turbans some 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 sixteen hours a day and days a week
And cent that you spend there on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to back home to Greece for a bastard just like him!
Oh, I never eat meself 'cause I couldn't touch Wog meat
I usually eat at the Chinese caf' that's just the street!

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

I was queueing down at the Registry, a-pickin' up me
In front of me was a Yugoslav, in of him a Pole
Behind me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a
Those lazy migrant bastards do, they bloody 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 hate Wogs, they live dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome turbans some wear clogs
All the bloody to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

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