Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ned Kelly

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

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

Well I'd rather die donahue
bush-ranger 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 rather die ten thousand
Than hang a gallow's tree.