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, proud relations came to
And compliment his golden hair

In boyhood sent away to a school to stay
It's crumbling proud traditions forced to
And his friends in this new said, he looks more like a girl
With those blue and pretty golden hair

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

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

Ohh, known beforehand anywhere
And the thought that he trip
In his ignorance and
struck beneath his pretty golden hair

Ahh, the days soon grew and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away a care
For a man who softly said, earn twice as much instead
With those blue eyes and pretty hair

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

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

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 changed to public
Have turned to grey his pretty hair

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