Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Come all you people my story to
What happened to me in June of last
Oh, its poor Smith, how was she found?
Shot through the heart, dead on the ground

Its I'm in jail a prisoner now
God is with me and hears every vow
So I do promise the to relate
I'll you all that I know of Ellen's sad fate

I saw her on Monday that sad day
Found her body lying and it away
That she had been murdered entered my mind
Till a bullet through the heart happened to find

Who is so cruel, so heartless, so
To murder my poor Ellen in such a place?
I seen her out so still and so cold
I heard the wild the witnesses told

I choked back the tears as the all said
"It was you Peter Degraph, shot our Ellen dead"
Ellen lies sleeping with her hand on her
The bloodhounds and the sheriff give me no rest

They got their Winchesters and me down
I away to Mt. Airy town
I laid off a and I prayed the whole time
The man be found what committed the crime

I prayed I'd come back and my character
But the flowers round poor Ellen's grave
So I came to Winston my trial to stand
I'll live or I'll die as the law might

Ellen lies sleeping in that churchyard
I stare the bars, God knows it's hard
I know they hang me at least if they can
But I swear to you, I'll die as an man

My soul be free when I stand at the bar
Where God his cross, then there like a star
That shines in the night my innocence shine
And I'll make my appeal to the justice of