Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild colonial boy, Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was 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 of age, he first began to roam
And found Australia's sunny shores, and called it his true
He robbed the wealthy squatters, assetts to destroy
A terror to the rich ones, was the wild boy

Back in sixty one, began his wild career
With a head that knew no danger, and a heart that no fear
He held the Mudgee mail 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 song
He spied three mounted troopers, Kelly, and Fitzroy
With a warrant for the capture of the wild boy

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

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

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