Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

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

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

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