Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Frontier

There's a corrugated highway north from Port Augusta
lined with cars that didn't rate a tow
The Salt plains out of And your eyes begin to stream
On to Kingoonya huddled by the road
Romantic notions 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 cattle grids and river beds
We a van from 1963

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

You got a flat on Highway And Lawson on your shelf
Its a Southern Comfort, air-conditioned
Where a homestead's more than just a print Dangling from a wall
And mateship's more lines upon a page

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

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

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