Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

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

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

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

See him every on Anzac Day
beers down at the Rex Hotel
He'd laugh with his mates and go in thought
Where he went he couldn't tell
He said "King and Country,
We fought to survive
The anger might faded still this feeling grabs me deep inside
I guess you could it pride"

As a navvy on the line in the
The left its scars
Heaving cold rails in the burning sun
And freezing the stars
He said "If you escaped the queues
You had a of price to pay
And when time flowed an open wound
I'd blow me on a Saturday
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 come again
He said "Money you it comes and goes
On and rent and fags
You can a fortune on overtime
And lose it all on the

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

On the day old Ted died
would have known
Buried in a grave
He lived and alone
And the roared overhead
Withe the drone of the angry
seemed a pause for just a while
And the silence was heard around for
And the silence was heard for