Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

She stands at the
Proud Mary, bad
from the credit
And the men too
The of a fishermen no longer at sea
She can always find him where flows free

She never called it poverty, the doorstep was
Till city hall came calling to show what it

Have you it before
The names of women and men
Decreed by the and the pen
To be all over again.

The in the churchyard are long overgrown
Still she came kneeling flowers of her own
watching you Mary
In hard times
As counsel finds
For unpaid
And even as the last hope is labelled and
We're all for one,
for gold.