Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once there was a little boy
About sixteen years of
My hired me to a miller
That I 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 take life.

Up stepped her mother so and gay,
So she did stand;
Johnny dear, go 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 around and around,
He stooping down up a stick
And knocks little down.

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

I took her by her lily-white
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
What I had about.

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

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