Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

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

They 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 lonesome plain

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

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

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

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