Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Come all you people my story to
What happened to me in June of last
Oh, its Ellen Smith, how was she found?
Shot the heart, lying dead on the ground

Its true I'm in jail a now
God is here me and hears every vow
So I do promise the truth to
I'll you all that I know of Ellen's sad fate

I saw her on before that sad day
Found her body lying and it away
That she had been murdered never entered my
a bullet through the heart they happened to find

Who is so cruel, so heartless, so
To murder my poor Ellen in such a lonesome
I her laid out so still and so cold
I the wild stories the witnesses told

I choked back the tears as the all said
"It was you Peter Degraph, shot our Ellen dead"
Ellen lies sleeping with her on her breast
The and the sheriff won't give me no rest

They got their Winchesters and hunted me
I stole away to Mt. town
I laid off a year and I the whole time
The man be found what committed the crime

I prayed I'd come and my character save
But the flowers faded round poor grave
So I back to Winston my trial to stand
I'll live or I'll die as the law might

Ellen lies in that lonesome churchyard
I through the bars, God knows it's hard
I they will hang me at least if they can
But I swear to you, die as an innocent man

My soul will be free when I at the bar
Where God tries his cross, then there like a
That shines in the night will my shine
And make my appeal to the justice of time