Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

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

It was in the of Shawnee
On a afternoon
His wife him in a wagon
And into they rode

the deputy sheriff approached him
In a rather 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 they took to the hills and
To live the life of
And every crime in
Was added to his

And he took to the hills and
On the Canadian shore
And Pretty Boy found a
At every door

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

Others you of a stranger
comes to beg a meal
And the napkin
He left a thousand bill

Was in Oklahoma
Was on a Day
come a whole car load of groceries
And a that 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 world I've rambled
seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you their six-gun
And some with a pen

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