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

I think I the sounds of then,
And talking,
The recalled, by minute movement,
And songs they fall, the backing tape.
That certain texture,that smell,

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

Out on the patio sit,
And the humidity breathe,
watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, is Australia.

The is awkward - it faces west,
With long diagonals, too.
And in the distance, through the haze,
In of silence the cattle graze.
That certain texture, certain beat,
Brings forth the night heat.

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

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