Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Come all you people my story to
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 with me and hears 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 before that sad day
Found her body and took it away
That she had been murdered never my mind
Till a bullet through the heart they to find

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

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

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

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

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

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