Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

If you gather me, people
This story I will
Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him

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

Well the deputy sheriff him
In a manner rude
vulgar words of language
And his she overheard

Pretty Boy a log chain
And the deputy his gun
And in the fight that
He that deputy down

Well took to the hills and timber
To live the of shame
And every in Oklahoma
Was added to his

And he took to the and timber
On the river shore
And Boy found a welcome
At farmer's door

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

Others tell you of a
That to beg a meal
And underneath the
He left a dollar bill

Was in Oklahoma
Was on a Day
There a whole car load of groceries
And a letter did say

Well, you say I'm an outlaw
You say I'm a thief
While here's a Christmas
For the on relief

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

But it's this world you ramble
And it's through this you roam
You won't see no outlaw
Drive a family their home