Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Poor Smith, how was she found
Shot through the lying cold on the ground
Her was mangled, and all cast around
A blood marks the spot where poor Ellen was

picked up her body, and carried it away
Now a-sleepin' in some lonesome grave
Who had the heart, and who had the
To shoot my little darling on that cold lonesome

They up their rifles, and hunted us down
They found us a all around town
The my convict me, and God knows he can
But I I died as an innocent man

I've been in this prison for seven years
Each night I see Ellen my bitter tears
I got a letter I read it today
The flowers on her grave have all faded

The warden just told me that I'll be free
To go to her grave 'neath that old tree
I'm free from the of that prison, at last
But I'll never be free from my sins of the

Ellen Smith, how was she found
Shot through the lying cold on the ground