Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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