Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen hundred and eighty
Is a year I remember so
When they old brad into an early grave
And sent my mother to
Now I don't know what's right or
But they hung on nails
But with six at home and two still on her breast
They wouldn't even her bail

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 a letter
And I sealed it with my
Tried to about stringy bog creek
And to make them understand
Oh, that I didn't wanna kill
Or his blood to run
Well he could have saved his life
By throwing his gun

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