Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

If gather 'round me, children
A story I will
'Bout boy Floyd, an outlaw
knew him well

It was in the of Shawnee
A Saturday
His wife him in his wagon
As into town they

a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rude
Vulgar words of
An' his she overheard

Pretty boy a log chain
And the grabbed his gun
In the fight that
He laid that down

he took to the trees and timber
To a life of shame
Every crime in
Was to his name

But a many a farmer
The old story told
How the paid their mortgage
And saved their homes

Others tell you a stranger
That come to beg a
Underneath his
Left a thousand dollar

It was in Oklahoma
It was on a day
There was a car load of groceries
Come with a to say

Well, you say I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a
Here's a Christmas
For the on relief"

Yes, as this world I've wandered
seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you a six-gun
And with a fountain pen

And as through your you travel
Yes, as through your you roam
You won't never see an
Drive a from their home