Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the of an outlaw of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of french
Taken as a last thought a drug store in suburbia
He said, 'lady, look what got for you.'
She said, 'jesse, I don't hardly know you anymore.
And from your grin, you'd think you held up henry ford.
And I believe I want you a comin' 'round here anymore. ooh.'

Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he there, and he slammed the door.
And he wandered the alleyways.
Thinkin' all the while that she'd be proud of he stole for her,
And he to think of better ways.
Dreamin' of a movie that he'd one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he went and a gun.
And he ran home and stood before his mirror
Acting a thug, ooh.

He for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he walkin' by,
'hold your up high,' he cried,
'i've come to make fortune mine.'
But his eyes, they gave him away,
Jesse dropped the gun and they stared at to where it lay.
And jesse the man if he'd please leave him in his pain.
And the man tried to forgive him, but there's not he could say. ooh.

Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low class
Is this little of french perfume
as a last thought from a drugstore in suburbia.
He said, 'lady, look I've got for you.'
'ah, it, ah, please take it; I'm tired and I'm poor.
And this crappy french is nothin' less than my own soul.
I was feelin' half a man; I wanted to whole, ooh.'
Oooh...ooh,ooh.