Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Come all you people my to hear
happened to me in June of last year
Oh, its poor Ellen Smith, how was she
Shot through the heart, lying on the ground

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 to you, I'll die as an innocent man

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