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

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

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

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

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 ain't a-gonna let me

I know they're hang me
Tomorrow I'll be
I never even harmed a hair
On poor Laurie's head

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

In this world and one
reckon where I'll be
If is wasn't for 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 your head, Tom
Hang head and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know you're to die

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

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