Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point

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

It was in the of Shawnee
On a afternoon
His wife him in a wagon
And town they rode

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

Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy his gun
And in the fight that
He laid that down

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

And he took to the hills and
On the Canadian shore
And Pretty Boy a welcome
At farmer's door

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

Others you of a stranger
That to beg a meal
And the napkin
He left a thousand dollar

Was in City
Was on a Day
There come a whole car load of
And a letter did say

Well, you say I'm an outlaw
You say I'm a thief
While here's a dinner
For the families on

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

But it's through world you ramble
And it's through this you roam
You won't see no outlaw
Drive a from their home