Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

Hang head, Tom Dooley
Hang your and cry
You poor Laurie Foster
And you you're bound to die

You her by the roadside
Where you to be excused
You her by the roadside
Then you hid her and shoes

your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your and cry
You killed poor Foster
And you know bound to die

You her on the hillside
For to make her your
You her on the hillside
And there you took her

You dug the four feet long
And you dug it feet deep
You rolled the cold clay her
And tromped it with your

Hang your head, Tom
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know you're to die

Trouble, oh trouble
A-rollin' through my
As as I'm a-livin', boys
They a-gonna let me rest

I they're gonna hang me
I'll be dead
Though I even harmed a hair
On poor little head

Hang head, Tom Dooley
your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know bound to die

In this world and one
Then reckon I'll be
If is wasn't for Sheriff
I'd be in

You can take down my old
And play it all you
For at time tomorrow, boys
be of no use to me

Hang your head, Tom
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you you're bound to die

At this time
do you reckon I'll be?
Away down yonder in the
on a white oak tree

Hang head, Tom Dooley
Hang head and cry
You poor Laurie Foster
And you know bound to die