Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

You her by the roadside
Where you to be excused
You her by the roadside
you hid her clothes and shoes

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

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

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

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

Trouble, oh it's
A-rollin' my breast
As as I'm a-livin', boys
They a-gonna let me rest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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