Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Frontier

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

Someone mentioned walkabout And your job goodbye
Just to see the shimmer through the windscreen
Drinking beer, telling stories While filled the night
And behind you like a bad dream

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

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

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

Go and see your country, mate The agents scream
sell it's heart just 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