Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

You her on the hillside
For to make her your
You took her on the
And you took her life

You dug the grave four long
And you dug it three deep
You rolled the cold over her
And tromped it with feet

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

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

I know they're gonna me
Tomorrow I'll be
Though I never harmed a hair
On little Laurie's head

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

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

You can take my old violin
And it all you please
For at this tomorrow, boys
be of no use to me

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

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

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