Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

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

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

Back in sixty 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 curse to every was the wild colonial boy

Later on that very day, as Jack he rode
Listening to the kookaburras, pleasant laughing
He spied three mounted troopers, Kelly, Davis and
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 pistols from his belt, and he waved them and high
"I'll fight, but not surrender", cried the colonial boy

Jack fired at Kelly, brought him to the ground
Then turning from Davis' gun, received his mortal wound
A bullet pierced his young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy

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