Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

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

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

I back 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

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

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

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

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