Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

On a back down Salisbury Plains
Ted was in 1895
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 when the roams
That is in me bones"

Did his bit in the World War
the shilling to fight the Hun
Mud up to his crotch in fields
And the gas out his lungs
He "Me best mate died hanging on the barbed wire
And when the attack was
We took some to HQ
And shared a fag and a or two
They were the as me and you"

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

See him every year on Day
Swilling beers at the Rex Hotel
He'd laugh with his mates and go deep in
Where he went even he couldn't
He "King and Country, cock'n'bull
We fought just to
The anger might have faded 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 "If you escaped the susso queues
You had a hell of to pay
And when time like an open wound
I'd blow me on a Saturday
And drink the away"

On Sunday he'd sit and talk
Over a cold West End
Of what was gained and what was
And would never again
He said "Money you know it and goes
On booze and rent and
You can a fortune on overtime
And lose it all on the

But years of toil with a bunch of
You it leaves you satisfied
we never moved a mountain
We sure it a try"
Pick the wheat from the
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
Buried in a grave
He and died alone
And the 727s roared
Withe the drone of the angry
There seemed a pause for just a
And the silence was heard for miles
And the was heard for miles