Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

If you gather me, people
This story I tell
About Boy Floyd, the outlaw
knew him well

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

Well the sheriff approached him
In a rather rude
vulgar words of language
And his wife she

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

Well they took to the and timber
To live the life of
And every in Oklahoma
Was to his name

And he to the hills and timber
On the river shore
And Pretty Boy a welcome
At every door

Well there's many a farmer
The old story told
How the outlaw the mortgage
And saved their homes

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

Was in City
Was on a Day
There come a whole car of groceries
And a letter did say

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

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

But it's this world you ramble
And it's through world you roam
You never see no outlaw
Drive a family from their