Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard
To childhood spread fond maternal 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 proud traditions forced to
And his in this new world said, he looks more like a girl
those blue eyes and pretty golden hair

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

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

Ohh, never known beforehand
And the thought that he might
In his and slip
Never struck beneath his golden hair

Ahh, the days soon grew and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown without a care
For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead
those blue eyes and pretty golden hair

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

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

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

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