Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Well gather round children, a story I tell
About pretty boy the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they

And along come a sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar of language and his wife she overheard
And pretty boy Floyd a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that down

Then he ran through the trees and bushes and a life of shame
Every in Oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes on the River shore
And many a starving farmer up his door

It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a day
A whole of groceries and a letter that did say
You say I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well, a Christmas dinner for the families on relief