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 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, their to destroy
A terror to the rich ones, was the wild boy

Back in eighteen sixty one, began his wild
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 wild boy

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

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

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

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