Luyện nghe bài hát Australia Song

In Britain's Georgian
were so many crimes
No time to hang each crook of a felony
Cos no room to jail you
They'd send you to
To live in our new-fangled penal
that sounds like heaven?
In 1787, it wasn't that kind of once in a trip
fleet took the journey
Months at sea so
Over 40 died they were on the ship

that lived were plucky
Plucky, plucky,
Crammed on board rats and vermin, cockroaches in bed
Stench was sicky
Yucky, yucky,
Lice not very nice, get them out of my head

Landed Bay of
Convicts' was rotteny
Needed and shelter but everything failed
Threes too for felling
Stagnant smelling
A real step back in time in New Wales
too poor for budding
Huts washed up by
for building houses came to sticky ends
The best of all labours
Attacked by local
And that is when your neighbours don't good friends

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

After seven
Convict record
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
arrivers
Proved survivors
Sydney into a place you'd choose to go
Think that they'd be
To convicts who sent there?
No way built prisons even more remote

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

life still sucky
Sucky, sucky,
Life behind bars was not very
Hideous and
Who would ever
This hellhole become a
Holiday