Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trouble, oh it's
A-rollin' my breast
As long as I'm a-livin',
They a-gonna let me rest

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

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

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

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

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

At time tomorrow
Where do you I'll be?
Away yonder in the holler
Hangin' on a white oak

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