Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

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

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

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