Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

If you 'round me, people
This story I tell
About Boy Floyd, the outlaw
knew him well

It was in the town of
On a afternoon
His wife beside him in a
And into town they

Well the deputy sheriff him
In a manner rather
Using vulgar of language
And his wife she

Pretty Boy a log chain
And the grabbed his gun
And in the that followed
He that deputy down

Well they took to the and timber
To live the life of
And every crime in
Was to his name

And he to the hills and timber
On the river shore
And Boy found a welcome
At farmer's door

Well there's many a starving
The same old story
How the outlaw the mortgage
And saved little homes

Others tell you of a
That comes to beg a
And the napkin
He a thousand dollar bill

Was in Oklahoma
Was on a Day
come a whole car load of groceries
And a that did say

Well, you say I'm an outlaw
You say I'm a thief
While a Christmas dinner
For the on relief

Well, as this world I've rambled
I've lots of funny men
Some will rob you with six-gun
And some a fountain pen

But through this world you ramble
And it's through world you roam
You never see no outlaw
Drive a family their home