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 parents love wild colonial boy

Barely sixteen years of age, he began to roam
And found Australia's sunny shores, and 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 sixty one, began his career
a head that knew no danger, and a heart that held no fear
He held the Mudgee mail coach up, and he Judge MacEvoy
A curse to every was the wild colonial boy

on that very day, as Jack he rode along
Listening to the kookaburras, pleasant laughing
He spied three troopers, Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
a warrant for the capture of the wild colonial boy

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

fired once at Kelly, brought him to the ground
Then turning from Davis' gun, received his mortal wound
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