Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

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

Did his bit in the World War
the shilling to fight the Hun
Mud up to his in Flanders fields
And the gas eating out his
He said "Me best mate died hanging on the wire
And when the attack was
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 meant
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
He'd laugh with his mates and go deep in
Where he went he couldn't tell
He said "King and Country,
We fought just to
The anger might have faded still this feeling me deep inside
I guess you call it pride"

As a navvy on the in the Nullabor
The left its scars
Heaving cold steel in the burning sun
And freezing the stars
He said "If you the susso queues
You had a of price to pay
And when time flowed like an wound
I'd blow me dough on a
And drink the away"

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

But years of toil a bunch of mates
You it leaves you satisfied
Though we never moved a
We gave it a try"
the wheat from the chaff
And the steel the scurf
And the honest man from the
If wisdom came by names
Ted was and fire

On the day old Ted died
No-one have known
in a pauper's grave
He lived and died
And the roared overhead
the drone of the angry roads
There seemed a for just a while
And the silence was heard for miles
And the silence was for miles