Luyện nghe bài hát The Outlaw

Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low kind
Is little bottle of french perfume
Taken as a thought from a drug store in suburbia
He said, 'lady, look what got for you.'
She said, 'jesse, I hardly even know you anymore.
And from your grin, you'd think you held up henry ford.
And I don't believe I want you a '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 that she'd be proud of what he stole for her,
And he to think of better ways.
Dreamin' of a movie he'd seen one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he and bought a gun.
And he ran right and stood before his mirror
like a thug, ooh.

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

Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low kind
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, take it, ah, please it; I'm tired and I'm poor.
And crappy french perfume is nothin' less than my own soul.
I was feelin' a man; I wanted to feel whole, ooh.'
Oooh...ooh,ooh.