Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low kind
Is this little bottle of perfume
Taken as a last thought from a drug in suburbia
He said, 'lady, look I've got for you.'
She said, 'jesse, I don't hardly know you anymore.
And judging from your grin, you'd think you held up ford.
And I don't believe I 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.
all the while that she'd be proud of what he stole for her,
And he tried to think of ways.
Dreamin' of a movie that he'd one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he and bought a gun.
And he ran right and stood before his mirror
Acting a thug, ooh.

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

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