Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather round me
A story I tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the
Oklahoma him well

in the town of Shawnee
On a afternoon
With his wife beside him in a
It was town they rode

Well, a sheriff called him
In a rather rude
vulgar words of language
And his she overheard

Well, boy grabbed a log chain
The deputy his gun
And in the that followed
He laid that deputy

He to the woods and timber
He lived a of shame
crime in Oklahoma
They laid on to his

He took to the river long
The Canadian shore
And a starving farmer
He up his door

They about a stranger
The same old goes
How pretty boy paid their
And he their little home

Yeah, tell about a stranger
Who came to beg a
And underneath his
He a thousand dollar bill

Into city
It was on a day
Come a whole wagon load of groceries
And a note on did say

You say Im an outlaw
You say that Im a
Well, a Christmas dinner
For your on relief

Through this Ive rambled
Ive seen funny men
will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a pen

But as through lives you travel, boy
As through lives you roam
You wont see no outlaw
a family from their home