Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

Fades youth
Into search for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had turned to
For he I must be bound

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

Ohh, never known anywhere
And the thought he might trip
In his and slip
Never struck his pretty golden hair

Ahh, the days soon grew thin and fast set in
His job was thrown away a care
For a man who softly said, you'll earn as much instead
With blue eyes and pretty golden hair

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

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

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

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