Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather round me
A story I tell
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 sheriff called him
In a manner rather
Using words of language
And his she overheard

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

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

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

They about a stranger
The same old story
How pretty boy paid mortgage
And he saved their little

Yeah, they tell about a
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 full of
And a note on did say

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

Through world Ive rambled
Ive seen funny men
Some will rob you with a
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