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 near Castlemaine
He was his father's only son, and his mother's and joy
So did his parents love their wild colonial boy

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

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

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

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

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

Yes the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy