Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

I saw her on Monday that sad day
her body lying and took it away
That she had been murdered never entered my
Till a bullet through the they happened to find

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

I choked the tears as the people all said
"It was you Peter Degraph, shot our Smith dead"
lies sleeping with her hand on her breast
The bloodhounds and the sheriff won't me no rest

They got Winchesters and hunted me down
I stole away to Mt. town
I laid off a year and I prayed the time
The man could be found committed the crime

I I'd come back and my character save
But the flowers faded round poor Ellen's
So I back to Winston my trial to stand
I'll or I'll die as the law might command

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

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