Luyện nghe bài hát With My Swag On My Shoulder

Of how the folks in far Australia pick up lumps of gold!
How dust lay in the streets and the miner's right was free!
"Hurrah!", I told my loving friends, "That's the place for me!"
With my swag on my shoulder, black in my hand,
I travelled the bush of Australia like a born Irishman.
We made our way Geelong, then north to Ballarat,
Where some of us grew thin, and some grew sleek and fat.
Some tried their luck at and some at Fiery Creek;
I my fortune in a day and spent it in a week!
With my swag on my shoulder, billy in my hand,
I travelled the bush of like a true born Irishman.
For many years I wandered round to each new about,
And made and spent full a pound till alluvial petered out.
And then for any job of I was prepared to try,
But now I've found the track, I'll stay there till I die.
With my swag on my shoulder, black in my hand,
I'll travel the bush of Australia like a born Irishman.