Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in England's green, like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond care
From the day that he was born, relations came to fawn
And compliment his golden hair

In sent away to a boarding school to stay
It's crumbling proud traditions to bear
And his friends in this new said, he looks more like a girl
With those blue eyes and golden hair

Fades youth
Into manhood's search for
His eyes now wet had turned to stare
For he said I must be

This day for town
For I my fortune's waiting there
So, like an eager cutting
He in a new life

Ohh, never beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he might
In his and slip
Never struck beneath his pretty hair

Ahh, the days soon grew thin and boredom set in
His job was thrown away without a
For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead
With blue eyes and pretty golden hair

Well, London town possessed of many a nest
And thus he with scarce another care
As so easily he into prostitution's grip
Foundationed by his golden hair

Ahh, but the years flew and his mind slowly grew
From freedom into deep despair
As the money ceased to roll. a tired and soul
curses on his pretty golden hair

Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's hard to
And early have vanished in the air
And the gay parties's changed to public lavatories
Have turned to his pretty golden hair

Ohh, his life was only and his body just abused
By those who never think and never
But though his file said suicide, no, wasn't why he died
It was by his pretty golden hair