Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

secluded youth
Into manhood's for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had turned to
For he said I must be

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

Ohh, never known beforehand
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 without a care
For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead
With those blue eyes and golden hair

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

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

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

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