Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

Hang your head, Tom
your head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you you're 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 be dead
Though I never harmed a hair
On poor little Laurie's

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

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

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

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

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

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