Luyện nghe bài hát I Hate Wogs

I Wogs
Bogle

I'm a Australian guy and me name is Billy Schmidt.
I love this sunburned country and I'm bloody of it
And I love our way of life and the things we all hold dear
Like V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies and foamin' beer
I love our open friendliness a man can make good mates
In fact in all Australia there's just one thing I

I hate Wogs, they live dogs
Some eat bananas and some eat
Soome wear some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

They speak proper English and they never seem to learn
And the awful guff that they call food would your stomach turn
It's always dipped in garlic or fried in olive oil
I've never tasted any meself, but I bet it all vile!
wrong with good Australian food, you Slovaks and you Poles?
Good stuff like pie and sauce and chips and Chicko rolls

'Cause I hate Wogs, they live like
eat bananas and some eat frogs
Soome wear some wear clogs
All the bloody same to me 'cause I Wogs.

And the local chip shop down the roadis run by a Greek
He's open hours a day and seven days a week
And every cent that you spend on a pie or on dumsim
Helps to send back home to Greece for a bastard just him!
Oh, I never eat there meself I couldn't touch Wog meat
I eat at the Chinese caf' that's just across the street!

'Cause I hate Wogs, they live like
Some eat bananas and eat frogs
Soome wear turbans wear clogs
All the bloody same to me I hate Wogs.

I was queueing down at the Registry, a-pickin' up me
In front of me was a Yugoslav, in front of him a
Behind me was a Eyetalian, behind him was a
Those migrant bastards do, they never bloody work!
But in spite of what the say, there's work for those who want to
The wife and twenty-seven is all the work I'm going to!

'Cause I hate Wogs, they live dogs
Some eat and some eat frogs
Soome wear turbans wear clogs
All the bloody to me 'cause I hate Wogs.

So send the bastards to Spain, and Italy and Greece
And maybe when they've all home, we'll get some bloody peace
To sit in the shade of the Coolabah tree and drink beer all day
And run amok with a fat jumbuck, down by the
And every night at twelve o'clock to show that we're not
stand and sing our national song, "Advance Australia", backwards!