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

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

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

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

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

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

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