Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

On a back block down Salisbury
Ted was born in
from the loins on to rusty soil
And the cord was cut with a
He "People there are city folk today
And they couldn't shit from clay
A ripening crop of poles
There's no regrets when the memory
earth is in me bones"

Did his bit in the World War
Took the to fight the Hun
Mud up to his in Flanders fields
And the gas out his lungs
He said "Me best died hanging on the barbed wire
And the attack was through
We some prisoners to HQ
And shared a fag and a or two
They the same as me and you"

And I asked old Ted what history
As he his hedging shears
"What a bloody fool that is my boy
I it for 83 years"

See him every on Anzac Day
Swilling beers at the Rex Hotel
laugh with his mates and go deep in thought
Where he went even he couldn't
He "King and Country, cock'n'bull
We fought just to
The anger might have faded still this feeling me deep inside
I guess you call it pride"

As a on the line in the Nullabor
The Depression its scars
Heaving steel rails in the burning sun
And freezing beneath the
He said "If you escaped the queues
You had a of price to pay
And when time like an open wound
I'd blow me dough on a
And drink the away"

On Sunday arvo he'd sit and
a dozen cold West End
Of what was and what was lost
And would never come
He said "Money you know it comes and
On booze and and fags
You can make a fortune on
And it all on the nags

But years of toil with a bunch of
You know it leaves you
we never moved a mountain
We gave it a try"
Pick the wheat the chaff
And the steel the scurf
And the man from the liar
If wisdom by other names
Ted was and fire

On the day that old Ted
would have known
Buried in a grave
He and died alone
And the 727s roared
the drone of the angry roads
There seemed a for just a while
And the was heard around for miles
And the was heard for miles