Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

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

Well, a sheriff called him
In a manner rather
vulgar words of language
And his she overheard

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

He to the woods and timber
He a life of shame
Every in Oklahoma
They on to his name

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

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

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

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

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

this world Ive rambled
Ive seen many men
Some will rob you with a
And some with a pen

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