Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the of an outlaw of a low class kind
Is this bottle of french perfume
Taken as a thought 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, think you held up henry ford.
And I don't believe I want you a comin' here anymore. ooh.'

Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there, and he the door.
And he wandered the alleyways.
all the while that she'd be proud of what he stole for her,
And he to think of better ways.
of a movie that he'd seen one afternoon,
He out all his savings 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 at to where it lay.
And asked 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 this little of french perfume
Taken as a last thought 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 this crappy perfume is nothin' less than my own soul.
I was feelin' half a man; I to feel whole, ooh.'
Oooh...ooh,ooh.