Luyện nghe bài hát Ted

On a block down Salisbury Plains
Ted was in 1895
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 tell shit clay
A ripening crop of stobie
There's no regrets the memory roams
earth is in me bones"

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

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

See him year on Anzac Day
Swilling beers at the Rex Hotel
He'd with his mates and go deep in thought
Where he went even he couldn't
He "King and Country, cock'n'bull
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 line in the
The Depression left its
Heaving cold rails in the burning sun
And freezing the stars
He "If you escaped the susso queues
You had a of price to pay
And when flowed like an open wound
I'd blow me on a Saturday
And drink the away"

On Sunday arvo sit and talk
a dozen cold West End
Of what was and what was lost
And would never come
He said "Money you know it and goes
On and rent and fags
You can make a on overtime
And lose it all on the

But years of with a bunch of mates
You it leaves you satisfied
Though we never a mountain
We gave it a try"
Pick the wheat the chaff
And the from the scurf
And the honest man the liar
If wisdom came by names
Ted was earth and

On the day that old Ted
would have known
Buried in a grave
He lived and died
And the 727s overhead
Withe the drone of the roads
There seemed a pause for a while
And the silence was heard for miles
And the was heard for miles