Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in pleasant green, like a picture postcard scene
To spread with fond maternal care
the day that he was born, proud relations came to fawn
And his pretty golden hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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