Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

Once there was a little boy
About years of age;
My hired me to a miller
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 devil he me
To Flora's life.

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

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

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

She fell upon her knees,
For she did cry:
O dear, don't murder me,
For I'm not fit to die.

I took her by her hands
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 did my miller know
I had been about.

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

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