Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

Hang your head, Tom
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Foster
And you know bound 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 feet long
And you dug it feet deep
You rolled the cold clay her
And tromped it your feet

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

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

I know they're hang me
Tomorrow I'll be
Though I never harmed a hair
On poor little head

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

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

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

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

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

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