Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

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

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

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

Later on that day, as Jack he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras, pleasant laughing
He spied mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the of the wild colonial boy

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

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

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