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

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

You her on the hillside
For to her your wife
You her on the hillside
And there you took her

You dug the grave feet long
And you dug it feet deep
You rolled the cold over her
And tromped it your feet

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

Trouble, oh it's
A-rollin' through my
As as I'm a-livin', boys
They ain't let me rest

I they're gonna hang 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 know bound 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 this tomorrow, boys
be of no use to me

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

At time tomorrow
do you reckon I'll be?
Away yonder in the holler
on a white oak tree

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