Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Frontier

There's a corrugated highway Leading from Port Augusta
lined with ratted cars that didn't a tow
The plains out of Pimba And your eyes begin to stream
On to Kingoonya huddled dusty by the
Romantic notions shattered Like the that didn't hack it
has got to be the country's last frontier
Where a sports car's next to useless Running cattle and river beds
We drove a van from

Someone mentioned walkabout And kiss your job
to see the country shimmer through the windscreen
Drinking beer, telling stories laughter filled the night
And flexi-time's behind you a bad dream

You got a flat on Anzac And Lawson on your shelf
Its a Southern Comfort, rage
Where a homestead's than just a cheap print Dangling from a wall
And mateship's than lines upon a page

We looking for Australia In between the TV lines
the ABC just couldn't make it real
Colour From a beanbag on the floor:
Never shows as as it conceals

A stark and blistered Alice Springs And a river runs shame
And you wipe the sheets of bulldust from your
country's uniform And the mirage it falls apart
To the gap between the truth and lies

Go and see country, mate The travel agents scream
Politicians sell heart just for a past-time
and high-wire fences Hold the land where I belong
It's as if I'm in the outback for the last