Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

Eighteen hundred and eighty
Is a year I so well
When they drove old brad into an grave
And sent my mother to
Now I don't know right or wrong
But they hung on nails
But with six kids at and two still on her breast
They even give her bail

Oh ned, better off dead
You get no peace of
A a trail
And they're hot on your
Before gonna hang you high
I did write a
And I sealed it with my
Tried to tell stringy bog creek
And tried to make them
Oh, that I didn't kill kennedy
Or cause his to run
Well he alone have saved his life
By throwing his gun

Well I'd die like donahue
bush-ranger so brave
Than be taken by the
And forced to in chains
Well I'd rather fight with all my
I have eyes to see
Well I'd die ten thousand times
Than hang a gallow's tree.