Luyện nghe bài hát Where Country Is

He sat by the door of the old Birdsville Pub
His and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog
He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled hat
This old man was country, he left no doubt of
Well he sang of of cattle moving down the Birdsville track
And the carting wool in the early days outback
He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the
Tryin' to the mob cause lightnin's quick to fright

He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered
And the songs that he sang all his
Every song told a story and the more that I
The more I this is where the country is
Well his songs told how did it and I felt a sense of shame
And I wondered if the battler would be again
His pride for his country rang in every song
And I wondered if the were down if I would be as strong