Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Of Then (This Is Australia)

I think I hear the of then,
And talking,
The scenes recalled, by movement,
And songs fall, from the backing tape.
That certain texture,that smell,

To lie in sweat, on sheets,
In veneer on financed beds.
In a room, of silent
That certain texture, that smell,
Brings home the days,
home the the night time swell,

Out on the we'd sit,
And the humidity breathe,
We'd watch the lightning crack over
Laugh and think, is Australia.

The block is awkward - it west,
With diagonals, sloping too.
And in the distance, the heat haze,
In convoys of the cattle graze.
That texture, that certain beat,
Brings the night time heat.

Out on the we'd sit,
And the humidity breathe,
We'd the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think that is Australia.

To lie in sweat, on sheets,
In brick on financed beds.
In a room of silent
That texture, that certain smell,
Brings the heavy days,
Brings forth the night sweat
Out on the we'd sit,
And the humidity breathe,
We'd watch the lightning crack canefields
and think, this is Australia.
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