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

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

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

"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, for you see we're 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 them and high
"I'll fight, but not surrender", the wild colonial boy

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

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