Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

If you'll gather me, children
A I will tell
'Bout boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma him well

It was in the of Shawnee
A afternoon
His wife him in his wagon
As town they rode

There a sheriff approached him
In a rather rude
Vulgar words of
An' his she overheard

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

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

But a a starving farmer
The same old told
How the outlaw paid mortgage
And saved little homes

Others you 'bout a stranger
That to beg a meal
his napkin
Left a thousand dollar

It was in city
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 I'm a thief
a Christmas dinner
For the on relief"

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

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