Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low kind
Is little bottle of french perfume
Taken as a last thought a drug store in suburbia
He said, 'lady, look I've got for you.'
She said, 'jesse, I don't hardly even you anymore.
And judging from your grin, you'd think you held up ford.
And I don't I want you a comin' 'round here anymore. ooh.'

Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he there, and he slammed the door.
And he through the alleyways.
Thinkin' all the that she'd be proud of what he stole for her,
And he to think of better ways.
Dreamin' of a movie he'd seen one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he and bought a gun.
And he ran right home and before his mirror
Acting a thug, ooh.

He for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he walkin' by,
'hold hands up high,' he cried,
'i've come to your fortune mine.'
But his eyes, gave him right away,
Jesse the gun and they both stared at to where it lay.
And jesse asked the man if he'd please him in his pain.
And the man tried to him, but there's not much he could say. ooh.

Among the possessions of an of a low class kind
Is this bottle of french perfume
Taken as a thought from a drugstore in suburbia.
He said, 'lady, look what got for you.'
'ah, it, ah, please take it; I'm tired and I'm poor.
And this crappy french perfume is less than my own soul.
I was feelin' half a man; I wanted to whole, ooh.'
Oooh...ooh,ooh.