Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

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

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

Her father he me
To take Flora for a
The devil he me
To take life.

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

I went unto her 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 stooping down up a stick
And knocks Flora down.

She fell upon her knees,
For she did cry:
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 returned back to my miller's
About o'clock at night,
But little did my miller
I had been about.

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

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