Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

You dug the grave four feet
And you dug it feet deep
You the cold clay over her
And tromped it your feet

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

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

I they're gonna hang me
Tomorrow be dead
Though I never even harmed a
On poor little head

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

In world and one more
Then where I'll be
If is for Sheriff Grayson
I'd be in

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

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

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

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