Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once was a little tailor boy
About sixteen years of
My father hired me to a
That I learn the trade.

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

Her father he me
To take for a wife;
The he persuaded 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 nine at night,
A-asking her to a walk
To do prively talk.

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

She upon her bended knees,
For mercy she did
O Johnny dear, 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 back to my miller's house
About nine at night,
But little did my know
What I had about.

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

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