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 of Shawnee
On a afternoon
His beside him in a wagon
And into town rode

the deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather
Using vulgar words of
And his she overheard

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

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

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

Well there's a starving farmer
The same old story
How the outlaw the mortgage
And their little homes

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

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

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

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

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