Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once there was a little boy
About sixteen of age;
My hired me to a miller
I might learn the trade.

I fell in 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 devil he me
To Flora's life.

Up stepped her mother so and gay,
So boldly she did
Johnny dear, go her
And her off my hands.

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

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

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

I her by her lily-white 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 know
I had been about.

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

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