Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

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

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

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

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

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

Ahh, the days soon thin and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away a care
For a man who said, you'll earn twice as much instead
With those eyes and pretty golden hair

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

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

Ahh, the stole their time, now, the living's hard to find
And early friends have in the air
And the gay parties's ease changed to 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 though his file said suicide, no, that wasn't why he
It was murder by his pretty golden