Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Poor Smith, how was she found
Shot through the heart lying 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 she's a-sleepin' in some grave
Who had the heart, and who had the
To shoot my little on that cold lonesome plain

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

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

The warden just told me that soon be free
To go to her grave that 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 Smith, how was she found
Shot through the lying cold on the ground