Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

They picked up their rifles, and hunted us
They us a loafin' all around town
The my convict me, and God knows he can
But I know I as an innocent man

I've been in this prison for long years
Each night I see Ellen through my tears
I got a letter yesterday I read it
The flowers on her grave have all away

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

Poor Smith, how was she found
through the heart lying cold on the ground