Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

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

picked up their rifles, and hunted us down
They found us a loafin' all town
The judge my me, and God knows he can
But I know I died as an man

been in this prison for seven long years
Each I see Ellen through my bitter tears
I got a yesterday I read it today
The flowers on her grave all faded away

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

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she
Shot the heart lying cold on the ground