Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Selection

The is dry, so the cow
We're all broke, so the
The is lame, the chooks won't lay

another day on our Selection
On our

The year we came, we had a
And they put the bushfires out
The blew half the place away

Just another day on our
On our

When the blowfly's and the yellow dogs howl
If it ain't then it's heading in the same direction

Got to hoe till you'll drop, with a in your shoe
On a of cockatoo stew

On our

We planted barley, died
We planted oat, it tried
We're planting corn, now let us

Just another day on our
On our

No butter, no bread, no on the bed
And poor Dad, mad, still dreaming of a resurrection

Well you gotta or you gotta be a saint
Because it ain't alot of fun here on our selection

The sky is blue, the meat is
The axe is blunt, but Dad's still
He says lucky (hip hooray)

Just day on our Selection
On our

Just day on our Selection
On our

On our
On our