Luyện nghe bài hát John Wilkes Booth

John Booth was a southern man
Born of an in Maryland
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit
to die at a tender age

Washington to
He played the bills and he slept whores
And he burned inside with a hatred
For the man who caused the south to

Young Abe wasn't young no more
Tired old man he won the war
And he dreamed at of his death by the hands
Of the bitter and a faceless man

And he saw his in a ghastly dream
Draped in black while his screamed
Two dollars on his eyelids lay
Abraham Lincoln has today

And they there were five and they said there were ten
say there was never more than just one man
Who would to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land

John Wilkes and his band of men
failed before but would try again
When Good dawned with a fickle sun
Then Booth the day had come

And the was passed and the guns were brought
Down to Sarrat's boarding house
Sealed in a note, Booth named just
But the gallows would sway with more

And they said there were five and they said there ten
say there was never more than just one man
Who smile to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land

John Booth went to his grave
With a bullet in his neck and a leg
A patriot and his
Of redemption, grace and

And those who hanged and those who spent
Their lives behind a fence
Only could have proved them free
Of the of the conspiracy

For they said there were five and they said were ten
said there was never more than just one man
Who smile to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Land
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie