Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once was a little tailor boy
sixteen years of age;
My father me to a miller
That I learn the trade.

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

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

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

I went unto her house
nine o'clock at night,
A-asking her to take a
To do prively talk.

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

She fell her bended knees,
For mercy she did
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 returned back to my miller's
About o'clock at night,
But little did my miller
What I had about.

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

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