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 sent my mother to
Now I know what's right or wrong
But they christ on nails
But with six kids at home and two still on her
They wouldn't even her bail

Oh ned, you're better off
You get no peace of
A a trail
And they're hot on tail
Before they're hang you high
I did a letter
And I sealed it with my
to tell about stringy bog creek
And to make them understand
Oh, that I didn't wanna kennedy
Or his blood to run
Well he alone could have saved his
By down his gun

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