Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen hundred and eighty
Is a I remember so well
When they drove old brad into an grave
And sent my mother to
Now I don't know what's right or
But they hung christ on
But with six kids at and two still on her breast
They wouldn't 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 sealed it my hand
Tried to about stringy bog creek
And to make them understand
Oh, that I didn't wanna kennedy
Or his blood to run
Well he alone have saved his life
By down his gun

Well I'd die like donahue
That so brave
Than be taken by the
And to walk in chains
Well I'd rather fight with all my
I have eyes to see
Well I'd die ten thousand times
Than from a gallow's tree.