Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather me children
A I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the
Oklahoma him well

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

Well, a deputy called him
In a manner rather
Using vulgar words of
And his wife she

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

He took to the woods and
He lived a life of
Every crime in
They on to his name

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

They tell about a
The same old story
How pretty boy paid their
And he their little home

Yeah, they tell a stranger
Who came to beg a
And his napkin
He a thousand dollar bill

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

You say Im an outlaw
You say Im a thief
Well, heres a Christmas
For your on relief

Through world Ive rambled
Ive many funny men
Some will rob you a six-gun
And some with a pen

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