Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can down my old violin
And it all you please
For at this tomorrow, boys
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 time
Where do you I'll be?
Away down yonder in the
Hangin' on a oak tree

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