Luyện nghe bài hát Oxford Tragedy (Traditional Version)

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

I in love 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 boldly she did
Johnny dear, go her
And her off my hands.

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

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

She fell upon her knees,
For mercy she did
O dear, don't 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
nine o'clock at night,
But did my miller 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.

nine or ten days after that,
Little Flora she was
down by her father's house
Who lived in town.