Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd

If you'll gather me, children
A story I will
'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an
Oklahoma him well

It was in the town of
A afternoon
His wife beside him in his
As into they rode

a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather
Vulgar of anger
An' his wife she

Pretty boy a log chain
And the deputy his gun
In the fight that
He laid deputy down

Then he took to the and timber
To live a life of
crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his

But a many a starving
The old story told
How the outlaw paid their
And their little homes

Others tell you a stranger
come to beg a meal
Underneath his
Left a thousand bill

It was in city
It was on a day
There was a whole car of groceries
Come a note to say

Well, you say I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a
Here's a Christmas
For the on relief"

Yes, as through this I've wandered
I've seen of funny men
Some will rob you with a
And some with a pen

And as through life you travel
Yes, as through your life you
You won't see an outlaw
Drive a from their home