Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the possesions of an of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of 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 your grin, you'd think you held up henry 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 wandered the alleyways.
Thinkin' all the while that she'd be of what he stole for her,
And he to think of better ways.
Dreamin' of a that he'd seen one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he and bought a gun.
And he ran home and stood before his mirror
Acting a thug, ooh.

He waited for a night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he came by,
'hold hands up high,' he cried,
come to make your fortune mine.'
But his eyes, they gave him away,
dropped 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 forgive him, but not much he could say. ooh.

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