Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

If you 'round me, people
This story I tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the
Oklahoma him well

It was in the of Shawnee
On a Saturday
His wife him in a wagon
And into town rode

Well the deputy approached him
In a rather rude
Using words 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 they took to the hills and
To live the of shame
And every crime in
Was to his name

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

Well there's many a starving
The same old told
How the outlaw the mortgage
And saved little homes

tell you of a stranger
That comes to beg a
And underneath the
He a thousand dollar bill

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

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

Well, as through this world rambled
seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you their six-gun
And some with a pen

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