Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

Hang your head, Tom
your head and cry
You poor Laurie 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 grave four long
And you dug it three deep
You rolled the clay over her
And it with your feet

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

Trouble, oh trouble
through my breast
As long as I'm a-livin',
ain't a-gonna let me rest

I know they're gonna me
Tomorrow I'll be
Though I never harmed a hair
On poor little Laurie's

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

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

You can down my old violin
And it all you please
For at this tomorrow, boys
be of no use to me

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

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

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