Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

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

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

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

Later on that day, as Jack he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras, pleasant song
He three 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 pistols from his belt, and he waved proud and high
"I'll fight, but not surrender", cried the colonial boy

Jack fired once at Kelly, brought him to the
Then turning round Davis' gun, received his mortal wound
A bullet pierced his proud 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