Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather me children
A story I will
pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma him well

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

Well, a deputy sheriff him
In a manner rather
Using vulgar of language
And his wife she

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

He took to the and timber
He a life of shame
Every crime in
They on to his name

He took to the river long
The north Canadian
And many a farmer
He opened up his

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

Yeah, they tell about a
Who to beg a meal
And his napkin
He a thousand dollar bill

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

You say that Im an
You say that Im a
Well, heres a dinner
For your on relief

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

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