Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

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

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

I choked back the tears as the all said
"It was you Degraph, shot our Ellen Smith dead"
Ellen lies sleeping her hand on her breast
The and the sheriff 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 prayed the whole
The man could be found what committed the

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

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

My soul will be free when I 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