Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

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

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

Her he persuaded 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 went her father's house
About o'clock at night,
A-asking her to take a
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 fell her bended knees,
For she did cry:
O Johnny dear, don't me,
For I'm not fit to die.

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

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

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

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