Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild boy, Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was born near
He was his only son, and his mother's pride and joy
So dearly did his parents their wild colonial boy

sixteen years of age, he first began to roam
And found Australia's sunny shores, and it his true home
He robbed the wealthy squatters, their assetts to
A terror to the rich ones, was the colonial boy

Back in eighteen sixty one, began his wild
With a that knew no danger, and a heart that held no fear
He held the mail coach up, and he shot Judge MacEvoy
A curse to every copper was the wild boy

Later on that very day, as he rode along
to the kookaburras, pleasant laughing song
He spied three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and
With a warrant for the capture of the colonial boy

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, for you see three to one
Surrender now in the Queen's high name, or living days are done"
Jack drew two pistols his belt, and he waved them proud and high
"I'll fight, but not surrender", cried the colonial boy

Jack fired once at Kelly, him to the ground
Then turning round from Davis' gun, his mortal wound
A bullet pierced his proud heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that's the way captured him, the wild colonial boy

Yes that's the way they captured him, the colonial boy