Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

On a back down Salisbury Plains
Ted was in 1895
Thrust the loins on to rusty soil
And the was cut with a scythe
He said "People there are city folk
And couldn't tell shit from clay
A ripening crop of poles
no regrets when the memory roams
That is in me bones"

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

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

See him year on Anzac Day
beers down at the Rex Hotel
He'd laugh with his mates and go deep in
he went even he couldn't tell
He "King and Country, cock'n'bull
We just to survive
The might have faded still this feeling grabs me deep inside
I guess you could it pride"

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

On arvo he'd sit and talk
a dozen cold West End
Of was gained and what was lost
And never come again
He said "Money you know it comes and
On booze and rent and
You can make a on overtime
And lose it all on the

But of toil with a bunch of mates
You know it you satisfied
we never moved a mountain
We gave it a try"
the wheat from the chaff
And the steel from the
And the honest man the liar
If wisdom came by other
Ted was earth and

On the day old Ted died
No-one would have
Buried in a pauper's
He and died alone
And the 727s overhead
Withe the of the angry roads
There seemed a for just a while
And the was heard around for miles
And the silence was for miles