Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather round me
A I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the
knew him well

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

Well, a deputy sheriff him
In a rather rude
vulgar words of language
And his wife she

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

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

He to the river bottoms long
The north Canadian
And a starving farmer
He opened up his

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

Yeah, they tell a stranger
Who to beg a meal
And his napkin
He left a thousand bill

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

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

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

But as your lives you travel, boy
As through your lives you
You wont see no outlaw
Drive a from their home