Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

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

This day for town
For I my fortune's waiting there
So, like an eager knife
He in a new life

Ohh, known beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he might
In his ignorance and
Never struck beneath his pretty golden

Ahh, the days grew thin and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown without a care
For a man who softly said, you'll earn twice as much
With those blue eyes and pretty hair

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

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

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

Ohh, his life was only used and his just 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