Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know they're hang me
Tomorrow I'll be
Though I even harmed a hair
On little Laurie's head

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

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

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

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

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

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