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 my mother to jail
Now I don't know right or wrong
But they christ on nails
But with six kids at and two still on her breast
They wouldn't even give her

Oh ned, better off dead
You get no peace of
A track's a
And they're hot on tail
Before gonna hang you high
I did write a
And I it with my hand
Tried to tell about bog creek
And tried to them understand
Oh, that I didn't kill kennedy
Or his blood to run
Well he alone could saved his life
By down his gun

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