Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Golden Hair

Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard
To spread with fond maternal care
the day that he was born, proud relations came to fawn
And compliment his pretty hair

In boyhood sent to a boarding school to stay
It's crumbling proud traditions forced to
And his friends in new world said, he looks more like a girl
With those blue eyes and pretty golden

secluded youth
Into search for truth
His mother's eyes now wet had turned to
For he I must be bound

This day for town
For I believe my waiting there
So, like an eager cutting
He plunged in a new

Ohh, never known beforehand
And the thought that he might
In his and slip
Never struck beneath his pretty hair

Ahh, the soon grew thin and boredom fast set in
His job was thrown away without a
For a man who softly said, you'll earn as much instead
With those eyes and pretty golden hair

Well, London town possessed of many a tempters
And he fell with scarce another care
As so he slipped into prostitution's grip
by his pretty golden hair

Ahh, but the years quickly flew and his mind slowly
From early into deep despair
As the ceased to roll. a tired and lonely soul
Poured curses on his pretty golden

Ahh, the years stole their time, now, the living's to find
And early friends have in the air
And the gay parties's ease changed to public
Have turned to his pretty golden hair

Ohh, his was only used and his body just abused
By those who never think and care
But though his file said suicide, no, that wasn't why he
It was murder by his golden hair