Luyện nghe bài hát John Wilkes Booth

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

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

Young Abe Lincoln 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
in black while his widow screamed
Two silver dollars on his lay
Abraham Lincoln has died

And they said there were five and they said were ten
Some say there was more than just one man
Who would to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Land

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

And the word was passed and the guns were
Down to Mary boarding house
in a note, Booth named just four
But the gallows sway with many more

And they said there were and they said there were ten
Some say there was never 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 were hanged and those who
Their behind a jailer's fence
Only Booth could have proved them
Of the taint of the

For they said there were five and they said there ten
Some said there was never more just one man
Who would smile to see Mr. 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