Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

I saw her on before that sad day
her body lying and took it away
That she had murdered never entered my mind
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 seen her out so still and so cold
I heard the stories the witnesses told

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

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

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

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

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