Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen and eighty five
Is a year I so well
When drove old brad into an early grave
And sent my mother to
Now I don't know what's right or
But hung christ on nails
But six kids at home and two still on her breast
wouldn't even give her bail

Oh ned, better off dead
You get no of mind
A track's a
And hot on your tail
Before they're hang you high
I did a letter
And I it with my hand
Tried to about stringy bog creek
And tried to make understand
Oh, that I didn't wanna kennedy
Or cause his to run
Well he alone could saved his life
By throwing his gun

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