Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his
Of poor but 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 colonial boy

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

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

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

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

Jack fired once at Kelly, him to the ground
Then turning round 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 colonial boy

Yes the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy