Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

Twas in the town of
On a afternoon
his wife beside him in a wagon
It was town they rode

Well, a deputy sheriff him
In a manner rude
vulgar words of language
And his she overheard

Well, pretty boy grabbed a log
The grabbed his gun
And in the fight 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 north shore
And a starving farmer
He up his door

They tell about a
The same old goes
How pretty boy paid their
And he saved their little

Yeah, they tell about a
Who came to beg a
And underneath his
He left a thousand 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, a Christmas dinner
For families on relief

Through world Ive rambled
Ive seen many men
Some will rob you a six-gun
And some a fountain pen

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