Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

If you gather 'round me,
This story I will
About Boy Floyd, the outlaw
knew him well

It was in the town of
On a Saturday
His wife beside him in a
And into they rode

Well the sheriff approached him
In a rather rude
Using vulgar words of
And his she overheard

Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy his gun
And in the fight followed
He laid deputy down

Well they to the hills and timber
To live the of shame
And every crime in
Was to his name

And he took to the hills and
On the Canadian river
And Pretty Boy a welcome
At every door

there's many a starving farmer
The same old told
How the paid the mortgage
And saved their little

Others you of a stranger
That to beg a meal
And underneath the
He left a thousand bill

Was in City
Was on a Day
There come a whole car load of
And a that did say

Well, you say that I'm an
You say I'm a thief
While a Christmas dinner
For the on relief

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

But it's through this you ramble
And it's through this world you
You won't never see no
Drive a family their home