Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen hundred and five
Is a year I so well
When they old brad into an early grave
And sent my mother to
Now I don't know what's or wrong
But they hung on nails
But with six at home and two still on her breast
They wouldn't even give her

Oh ned, you're better off
You get no of mind
A a trail
And hot on your tail
Before gonna hang you high
I did a letter
And I sealed it my hand
Tried to tell stringy bog creek
And tried to them understand
Oh, that I wanna kill kennedy
Or his blood to run
Well he alone have saved his life
By down his gun

Well I'd rather die donahue
That bush-ranger so
Than be by the government
And forced to walk in
Well I'd rather fight all my might
While I eyes to see
Well I'd rather die ten times
Than hang a gallow's tree.