Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

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

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

There a deputy approached him
In a manner rude
words of anger
An' his wife she

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

Then he 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 paid their mortgage
And their little homes

Others tell you a stranger
come to beg a meal
Underneath his
Left a dollar bill

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

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

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

And as through your you travel
Yes, as through your you roam
You won't see an outlaw
a family from their home