Luyện nghe bài hát Van Diemen's Land

Come all you poachers who ramble void of care,
Who wander out on a moonlit night your dog, your gun and snare,
The hare and lofty pheasant you have at command,
Not of your long career spend on Van Dieman's land.

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

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

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

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