Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

Fades secluded
Into manhood's for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had to stare
For he said I be bound

This day for town
For I believe my waiting there
So, an eager cutting knife
He plunged in a new

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

Ahh, the days grew thin and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away a care
For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead
With those blue eyes and pretty golden

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

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

Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's to find
And friends have vanished in the air
And the gay parties's ease changed to public
turned to grey his pretty golden hair

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