Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in pleasant green, like a picture postcard scene
To childhood spread with fond maternal
From the day that he was born, proud relations came to
And compliment his pretty golden

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

Fades secluded
Into search for truth
His eyes now wet had turned to stare
For he said I must be

day for London town
For I my fortune's waiting there
So, an eager cutting knife
He plunged in a new

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

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

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

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

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

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