Luyện nghe bài hát Sixteen Straws

One Sunday
I was out walking
By the waters
I to stray
I found a prisoner
Layed in the water
He'd seen me
And he to say

"I was a native of Ireland
And before I was
To this place
They me away
From my and newborn
And my parents
been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
Norfolk Island and Emu
At Castle Hill and Toongabbie
At all of settlements
I've in chains
But of all the places of
At each penal station of New Wales
To Bay I've found no equal
The tyranny there makes all the rest

There I met
The defender from
He'd left burning
Came here for the
He was a
A Jacobite
He not be broken
But he displaced
The Jew had one
He was a man
He'd worn the 20 pound
Since before began
Just before the dawn
His starvation
He'd the corn from the filth
find laying around
There no walls at all
So is the North
The Logan
Was the devil for
His flogger was mad
I a prison guard say
He'd wash his lash in a
Then the remains

Well I a rumour
In the barracks one
The Jew and had fashioned a knife
meant to kill Logan
But my will was
My brain reeled with this
And the day I spoke
put me back on the gang
With no word of my
and the Jew
Got 300
O'Brien off his triangle
exposed shoulder blades
His never healed
He turned and strange

We was out on the road
Just digging a
I was struggling conscience
My nerves had
To 15 of eyes
proposed,
'Shall we go to the
Be with our woes?
You the game
play's all I'm asking
We'll draw 16 straws nothing is wanting
Why we grasp at the
of our lives
When only condemned by our will to survive? '

16 we did then did draw
I picked the one
The Jew the short
He said God forgives you
At least it quick'
14 pairs of eyes me
Pounding a a shiv through his
And for a few there was no
Stopping the
O'Brien said 'friends!
On a this ends
But it's a was to Brisbane
And we are dangerous

Well Logan was
We filled him with
He'd seen the Catholic
Plain
We'd ascended his
But not that of the
Or the down the river's
But we was happy to
We were marched the scrub
Off to for trial
Chained into a
Set off at low
With 6 nervous
And 6 rifles
The end of the world
And blue sky

I turned to torpor
At the in the sun
But I gathered the others must have undone
I breathing smoke in a chaos of limbs
A red coat squirting
a hole in his chin
And a of fire in my general direction
There was and shot
And the smell of powder
I threw a up over the side
It was by the water
But I could see the shore
Crouched down in the
The wrong side of the
scorched by the powder
I thought I'm done
I seen ghoulish
Men show limb from
O'Brien was
There pieces of him
I off my shirt
I was quite badly
My eyes like well springs
They swollen and hurt
I'm not sure who
My whole trunk was on
But they the chains off me
And I over the side. "

Well I was by this poor wretch's tale
I'd not of the friends
He had left in the
But I'd just seen the
And I had to
How his Logan
Had died this day
"He'd set out you
He was out hunting
When he startled some
Took a through his brain"
Then the prisoner "good"
I someone in boots
I around and that's when
The Royal Marines