Luyện nghe bài hát Outlaws

She stands at the
Proud Mary, bad
from the credit
And the men too
The wife of a fishermen no at sea
She can always find him where whisky flows

She called it poverty, the doorstep was clean
Till city came calling to show what it means

Have you it before
The names of good and men
by the sword and the pen
To be outlaws all again.

The names in the churchyard are long
Still she kneeling with flowers of her own
They're you Mary
In hard times
As counsel guilty
For unpaid
And as the last hope is labelled and sold
We're all for one,
for gold.