Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

I saw her on Monday before sad day
Found her body lying and it away
That she had been murdered entered my mind
Till a bullet through the heart 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 choked the tears as the people all said
"It was you Degraph, shot our Ellen Smith dead"
lies sleeping with her hand on her breast
The bloodhounds and the sheriff won't give me no

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

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

Ellen lies sleeping in that lonesome
I through the bars, God knows it's hard
I they will hang 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
Where God tries his cross, then like a star
shines in the night will my innocence shine
And make my appeal to the justice of time