Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

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

Oh ned, you're off dead
You get no of mind
A a trail
And they're hot on your
Before they're gonna hang you
I did write a
And I sealed it with my
Tried to tell about stringy bog
And to make them understand
Oh, that I wanna kill kennedy
Or his blood to run
he alone could have saved his life
By throwing his gun

Well I'd rather die like
That so brave
Than be by the government
And to walk in chains
Well I'd fight with all my might
I have eyes to see
Well I'd die ten thousand times
Than hang a gallow's tree.