Luyện nghe bài hát John Hardy

Well, John Hardy was a little man
He two guns every day
He shot down a man on the West line
I see John Hardy away, poor boy
See Hardy gettin' away

Well, Hardy went up to that free stone bridge
Where there, he he was free
A the man, who called nobody his own
Said, "Johnny and go with me", poor boy
Johnny come and go me

Hardy had a pretty little wife back home
The dress that she was blue
She come to the jail house with a shout
Said, "Johnny, I've true to you", poor boy
"Johnny, I've true to you", she said

Hardy sent out to the East Coast
Sent for his to come and go his bail
But there was no allowed for the murderin' man
They sent John Hardy back to jail, boy
Sent John Hardy back to jail, now

Who's going to shoe your pretty little
Who's glove your hand
Who's gonna your rosy red cheeks
It's gonna be that drivin' man, poor boy
"Be that drivin' man", she said

Now sittin' alone in his cell
Now tears are rolling down his
been the death of many, a poor man
And now, he is ready to die, boy
Now he is to die

Singin' "I've been to the east, I've to the west"
I've seen this wide world around
I've to the river and I've been baptized
me to my hanging in the ground, poor boy
"Take me to my hanging in the ground", she

I poor boy, poor boy