Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday
his wife beside him in a wagon
It was into town they

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

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

He to the woods and timber
He lived a of shame
Every crime in
laid on to his name

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

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

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

Into city
It was on a day
Come a whole wagon full of groceries
And a note on did say

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

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

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