Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

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

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

Back in eighteen sixty one, began his career
With a head that knew no danger, and a heart that 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 very day, as he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras, laughing song
He three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
a warrant 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 living 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 once at Kelly, brought him to the ground
Then turning round from Davis' gun, received his mortal
A pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that's the way they captured him, the wild boy

Yes the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy