Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

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

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

Well the deputy sheriff him
In a manner rude
Using vulgar of language
And his wife she

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

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

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

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

Others tell you of a
comes to beg a meal
And the napkin
He a thousand dollar bill

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

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

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

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