Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

Twas in the town of
On a Saturday
With his wife beside him in a
It was town they rode

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

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

He to the woods and timber
He lived a of shame
Every in Oklahoma
They laid on to his

He took to the bottoms long
The north Canadian
And many a starving
He opened up his

They tell about a
The same old goes
How boy paid their mortgage
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 wagon load full of groceries
And a on which did say

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

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

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