Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Selection

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

another day on our Selection
On our

The we came, we had a drought
And floods they put the out
The wind half the place away

another day on our Selection
On our

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

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

On our

We barley, barley died
We oat, it never tried
planting corn, now let us pray

Just another day on our
On our

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

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

The sky is blue, the is green
The axe is blunt, but Dad's still
He we're lucky (hip hooray)

another day on our Selection
On our

Just day on our Selection
On our

On our
On our