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 born near
He was his father's only son, and his mother's and joy
So dearly did his parents love wild colonial boy

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

Back in eighteen sixty one, his wild career
a head that knew no danger, and a heart that held no fear
He held the mail coach up, and he shot Judge MacEvoy
A to every copper was the wild colonial boy

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

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

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

Yes the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy