Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

Gather me children
A story I tell
pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him

in the town of Shawnee
On a afternoon
With his beside him in a wagon
It was into town they

Well, a deputy called him
In a rather rude
Using vulgar of language
And his she overheard

Well, pretty boy a log chain
The deputy his gun
And in the fight followed
He that deputy down

He took to the woods and
He a life of shame
crime in Oklahoma
They laid on to his

He took to the bottoms long
The Canadian shore
And many a farmer
He up his door

They tell about a
The old story goes
How pretty boy paid mortgage
And he their little home

Yeah, tell about a stranger
Who to beg a meal
And underneath his
He left a thousand dollar

Into Oklahoma
It was on a day
Come a whole wagon load full of
And a on which did say

You say Im an outlaw
You say Im a thief
Well, a Christmas dinner
For your families on

Through world Ive rambled
Ive seen many men
Some rob you with a six-gun
And some a fountain pen

But as through your you travel, boy
As through your lives you
You never see no outlaw
Drive a family from their