Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class
Is this little bottle of french
Taken as a last from a drug store in suburbia
He said, 'lady, look what 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.
Thinkin' all the while that she'd be of what 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 savings and he went and a gun.
And he ran right home and stood 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 your up high,' he cried,
'i've come to make fortune mine.'
But his eyes, they him right away,
Jesse the gun and they both 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 not much he could say. ooh.

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