Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in England's pleasant green, a picture postcard scene
To spread with 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 boarding school to
crumbling proud traditions forced to bear
And his friends in this new said, he looks more like a girl
With those blue and pretty golden hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ohh, his life was only used and his body abused
By who never think and never care
But though his file said suicide, no, that why he died
It was murder by his pretty golden