Luyện nghe bài hát Australia Song

In Georgian times
There so many crimes
No time to hang each crook guilty of a
Cos there's no to jail you
send you to Australia
To live in our penal colony
Think that sounds heaven?
In 1787, it wasn't kind of once in a lifetime trip
First fleet the journey
at sea so churny
Over 40 died they were on the ship

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

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

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

After seven
record clears
Just one
You got to pay own way back
No meant no money
No choice, but funny
Many stayed, became farmers and made a
arrivers
Proved survivors
turned into a place you'd choose to go
Think that be fairer
To convicts who were there?
No way they built prisons even more

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

Inmate's life sucky
Sucky, sucky,
Life behind was not very nice
and messy
Who would guessy
This hellhole would a
paradise?