Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Frontier

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

Someone mentioned walkabout And kiss job goodbye
Just to see the shimmer through the windscreen
Drinking beer, stories While laughter filled the night
And flexi-time's you like a bad dream

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

We went looking for In between the TV lines
'Cause the ABC couldn't make it real
Colour documentary a beanbag on the floor:
shows as much as it conceals

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

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