Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Frontier

There's a corrugated highway Leading from Port Augusta
with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow
The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes begin to
On to Kingoonya dusty by the road
Romantic notions shattered Like the tyres that hack it
This has got to be the country's last
Where a sports car's next to Running cattle grids and river beds
We drove a van 1963

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

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

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

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

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