Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

Fades secluded
manhood's search for truth
His mother's now wet had turned to stare
For he I must be bound

day for London town
For I believe my fortune's waiting
So, like an cutting knife
He in a new life

Ohh, known beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he might
In his and slip
struck beneath his pretty golden hair

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

Well, town possessed of many a tempters nest
And thus he fell scarce another care
As so easily he slipped into grip
Foundationed by his golden hair

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

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 to public lavatories
Have turned to grey his golden hair

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