Luyện nghe bài hát Australia Song

In Britain's times
There were so many
No time to hang each crook guilty of a
Cos there's no to jail you
They'd send you to
To in our new-fangled penal colony
Think that sounds heaven?
In 1787, it wasn't that of once in a lifetime trip
First fleet the journey
Months at sea so
40 died while they were on the ship

Those that lived plucky
Plucky, plucky,
on board with rats and vermin, cockroaches in bed
Stench inside was
Yucky, yucky,
not very nice, can't get them out of my head

Landed Bay of
Convicts' life was
Needed food and but everything failed
Threes too for felling
Stagnant water
A step back in time in New South Wales
Soil too poor for
washed up by flooding
Plans for houses came to sticky ends
The best of all labours
by local neighbours
And is when your neighbours don't become good friends

Situation
Tricky, tricky,
a second fleet of ships was due aground
Some this was lucky
But had strucky
Half dead or I'll
Fever was around

After years
Convict clears
Just one
You got to pay own way back
No meant no money
No choice, but what's
Many stayed, became farmers and a stack
Original
Proved hardy
Sydney turned into a place choose to go
that they'd be fairer
To convicts who were sent
No way they built prisons even more

Arthur was one of the jails
Where escape attempt fails
Was one man who got through
Billy Hunt dressed as a

Inmate's still sucky
Sucky, sucky,
Life behind was not very nice
Hideous and
Who would guessy
hellhole would become a
Holiday