Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

On a back block down Plains
Ted was in 1895
Thrust from the on to rusty soil
And the cord was cut a scythe
He said "People there are city folk
And they couldn't tell from clay
A ripening crop of stobie
There's no regrets the memory roams
That is in me bones"

Did his bit in the first War
the shilling to fight 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 when the was through
We took some to HQ
And shared a fag and a or two
were the same as me and you"

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

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

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

On Sunday arvo sit and talk
Over a dozen West End
Of what was gained and what was
And would never again
He said "Money you know it comes and
On and rent and fags
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 sure it a try"
Pick the wheat from the
And the steel from the
And the honest man the liar
If wisdom came by other
Ted was and fire

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