Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

Hang head, Tom Dooley
Hang your and cry
You killed Laurie Foster
And you you're bound to die

You her by the roadside
Where you begged to be
You left her by the
Then you hid her clothes and

Hang your head, Tom
your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know you're to die

You took her on the
For to her your wife
You took her on the
And you took her life

You dug the grave feet long
And you dug it three feet
You rolled the clay over her
And tromped it your feet

Hang head, Tom Dooley
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know bound to die

Trouble, oh trouble
through my breast
As long as I'm a-livin',
ain't a-gonna let me rest

I know gonna hang me
I'll be dead
Though I never even harmed a
On poor little Laurie's

your head, Tom Dooley
Hang your and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know you're to die

In world and one more
Then where I'll be
If is wasn't for Grayson
I'd be in

You can take down my old
And play it all you
For at time tomorrow, boys
be of no use to me

Hang head, Tom Dooley
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you you're bound to die

At this tomorrow
Where do you I'll be?
Away yonder in the holler
Hangin' on a white oak

your head, Tom Dooley
Hang head and cry
You poor Laurie Foster
And you you're bound to die