Luyện nghe bài hát On Our Selection

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

Just day on our Selection
On our

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

Just another day on our
On our

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

Got to hoe till drop, with a hole in your shoe
On a mouthful of stew

On our

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

Just day on our Selection
On our

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

you gotta silly 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 still keen
He says lucky (hip hooray)

another day on our Selection
On our

Just day on our Selection
On our

On our
On our