Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once there was a tailor boy
About sixteen of age;
My father hired me to a
That I might the trade.

I in love with a Knoxville girl,
Her was Flora Dean.
Her rosy cheeks, her hair,
I did admire.

Her father he me
To take for a wife;
The he persuaded me
To take life.

Up stepped her so bold and gay,
So she did stand;
dear, go marry her
And her off my hands.

I unto her father's house
About nine at night,
her to take a walk
To do some talk.

We had not got so far
Till around and around,
He stooping down up a stick
And knocks Flora down.

She fell her bended knees,
For she did cry:
O Johnny dear, don't me,
For I'm not fit to die.

I took her by her hands
A-slung her around and
I her off to the river-side,
And her in to drown.

I back to my miller's house
nine o'clock at night,
But little did my miller
I had been about.

The miller around and about,
Said:" Johnny, what blooded clothes?"
Me being so apt to take a
By at the nose.

About nine or ten days that,
Little Flora she was
A-floating down by her house
Who in Knoxville town.