Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen and eighty five
Is a year I so well
When they drove old brad into an grave
And my mother to jail
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 give her bail

Oh ned, better off dead
You get no peace of
A a trail
And they're hot on tail
Before they're gonna you high
I did a letter
And I sealed it with my
Tried to tell stringy bog creek
And tried to make them
Oh, that I wanna kill kennedy
Or cause his to run
Well he alone have saved his life
By throwing his gun

Well I'd rather die donahue
bush-ranger so brave
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 from a gallow's tree.