Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

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

Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there, and he the door.
And he wandered 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 stood his mirror
like a thug, ooh.

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

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