Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

In boyhood sent away to a boarding 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 golden hair

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

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

Ohh, never beforehand anywhere
And the that he might trip
In his and slip
Never beneath 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 twice as much
With those blue eyes and golden hair

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

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

Ahh, the years their time, now, the living's hard to find
And early friends have in the air
And the gay parties's ease changed to lavatories
Have turned to grey his pretty hair

Ohh, his life was only used and his body abused
By those who never think and never
But though his file said suicide, no, that why he died
It was by his pretty golden hair