Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trouble, oh it's
A-rollin' through my
As as I'm a-livin', boys
They ain't let me rest

I know they're hang me
I'll be dead
Though I never even harmed a
On poor Laurie's head

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

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

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

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

At this time
Where do you reckon be?
Away down yonder in the
Hangin' on a oak tree

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