Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In world and one more
Then reckon where be
If is wasn't for Sheriff
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 your head, Tom
Hang head and cry
You killed Laurie Foster
And you know bound to die

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

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