Luyện nghe bài hát Van Diemen's Land

Come all you gallant who ramble void of care,
Who wander out on a moonlit with your dog, your gun and snare,
The hare and lofty you have at your command,
Not thinking of your long career spend on Van land.

Thomas Brown from Nenagh town, John Murphy and Poor Joe,
Where determined poachers, the country well does know,
By the of the land, one night, at last they were trepanned,
And for fourteen years transported Van Dieman's Land.

The day that we landed upon that fatal shore,
The planters gathered around us, they might be score,
They us off like horses and sold us out of hand,
They yoked us to a plough, brave boys, to plough Van Land.

Often when I slumber, I have a dream,
I 'm lying on the cold green grass down by purling stream,
Oh, wondering through the maid of fair my sweetheart by the hand,
Then I awaken broken-hearted upon Van Land.

years is a long long time, that is our fatal doom,
For more the poaching got no all that so we done,
You up dog, gun and snare and the poaching, every man
If you only knew the hardship Van Dieman's Land.