Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather me children
A story I tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the
Oklahoma knew him

Twas in the of Shawnee
On a Saturday
With his wife him in a wagon
It was into they rode

Well, a deputy called him
In a rather rude
Using vulgar words of
And his she overheard

Well, boy grabbed a log chain
The deputy his gun
And in the that followed
He laid that down

He took to the woods and
He lived a of shame
Every in Oklahoma
They laid on to his

He took to the river long
The Canadian shore
And a starving farmer
He up his door

They tell a stranger
The old story goes
How pretty boy paid their
And he saved little home

Yeah, they about a stranger
Who came to beg a
And underneath his
He left a thousand dollar

Into Oklahoma
It was on a day
a whole wagon load full of groceries
And a on which did say

You say that Im an
You say that Im a
Well, heres a Christmas
For your families on

Through this world Ive
Ive seen funny men
Some will rob you a six-gun
And with a fountain pen

But as through lives you travel, boy
As your lives you roam
You never see no outlaw
Drive a family from their