Luyện nghe bài hát Australia Song

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

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

Landed Bay of
Convicts' was rotteny
Needed food and shelter but failed
Threes too for felling
Stagnant smelling
A step back in time in New South Wales
Soil too for budding
washed up by flooding
Plans for building houses came to ends
The of all their labours
Attacked by local
And that is when your don't become good friends

tricky
Tricky, tricky,
a second fleet of ships was due aground
Some thought was lucky
But illness had
were dead or I'll
Fever was around

After seven
record clears
Just one
You got to pay your own way
No meant no money
No choice, but funny
Many stayed, became and made a stack
Original
hardy survivors
Sydney turned into a place you'd to go
Think that be fairer
To convicts who were sent
No way they built prisons more remote

Port was one of the jails
Where every escape attempt
Was one man who nearly got
Billy dressed as a kangaroo

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