Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

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

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

Well I'd rather die like
That so brave
Than be taken by the
And forced to walk in
Well I'd rather with all my might
While I have to see
I'd rather die ten thousand times
Than hang from a tree.