Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard
To childhood spread with fond care
From the day that he was born, proud came to fawn
And compliment his golden hair

In sent away to a boarding school to stay
It's proud traditions forced to bear
And his friends in this new world said, he looks more like a
those blue eyes and pretty golden hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ahh, the stole 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 turned to grey his golden hair

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