Luyện nghe bài hát The Wild Colonial Boy

There was a wild boy, Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was near Castlemaine
He was his only son, and his mother's pride and joy
So dearly did his parents love their colonial boy

Barely sixteen years of age, he first began to
And found sunny shores, and called it his true home
He robbed the wealthy squatters, assetts to destroy
A terror to the rich ones, was the colonial boy

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

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

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

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

Yes that's the way they him, the wild colonial boy