Luyện nghe bài hát Roane Country Prison

In the beautiful hills in the mists of County
There's where I have for many long years
There's where my been tendin most ever
There's where the step of misfortune I made

It's about thirty years I courted and married
Armanda Gilbraith I'd call my wife
My brother he stabbed me for unknown reason
Just three month's I'd taken Tom's life

I was captured and tried in the village of
Not a man in that county would speak one word
When the came in with the verdict next mornin'
A in prison was the words that I heard

When the pulled out poor Mother stood weepin'
And she sat all alone with a sigh
And the last I heard was "Willy God bless you"
Was "Willy God bless you God you goodbye"

In the scorching hot sand of the foundry I'm
Toiling and my poor life away
They'll my grave on the banks of old Cumberland
Just as soon as I the rest of my days

Poort Martha was grave, but was better
There's better and worse, you may see
Boys you write home from this prison in Nashville
one of my songs in your letter for me