Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen hundred and eighty
Is a year I remember so
When they old brad into an early grave
And sent my to jail
Now I don't what's right or wrong
But hung christ on nails
But with six at home and two still on her breast
They wouldn't even her bail

Oh ned, better off dead
You get no peace of
A a trail
And they're hot on your
Before gonna hang you high
I did a letter
And I sealed it my hand
Tried to tell stringy bog creek
And to make them understand
Oh, I didn't wanna kill kennedy
Or his blood to run
he alone could have saved his life
By throwing his gun

Well I'd die like donahue
bush-ranger so brave
Than be taken by the
And to walk in chains
Well I'd rather with all my might
While I eyes to see
Well I'd rather die ten thousand
hang from a gallow's tree.