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 fell in with a Knoxville girl,
Her name was Dean.
Her cheeks, her curly hair,
I did admire.

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

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

I unto her father's house
About o'clock at night,
A-asking her to a walk
To do some talk.

We had not got so far
Till looking and around,
He stooping down picked up a
And little Flora down.

She upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did
O dear, don't murder me,
For I'm not fit to die.

I her by her lily-white hands
her around and around;
I her off to the river-side,
And her in to drown.

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

The turned around and about,
Said:" Johnny, blooded your clothes?"
Me so apt to take a hint:
By at the nose.

About or ten days after that,
Little Flora she was
A-floating by her father's house
Who lived in town.