Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Come all you people my story to
What to me in June of last year
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 to relate
I'll you all that I know of Ellen's sad fate

I saw her on Monday before sad day
Found her body and took it away
That she had been murdered never my mind
Till a through the heart they happened to find

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

I choked the tears as the people all said
"It was you Peter Degraph, our Ellen Smith dead"
Ellen lies with her hand on her breast
The bloodhounds and the sheriff won't me no rest

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

I prayed I'd back and my character save
But the flowers faded round poor Ellen's
So I came to Winston my trial to stand
I'll live or I'll die as the law command

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

My will be free when I stand at the bar
Where God tries his cross, then like a star
That shines in the night my innocence shine
And I'll my appeal to the justice of time