Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

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

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

Her he persuaded me
To Flora for a wife;
The he persuaded me
To Flora's life.

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

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

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

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

I took her by her 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 nine at night,
But little did my miller
What I had 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 after that,
Flora she was found
A-floating down by her house
Who lived in town.