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
you hid her clothes and shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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