Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know they're gonna me
I'll be dead
Though I even harmed a hair
On poor little head

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

In world and one more
Then reckon I'll be
If is wasn't for Sheriff
I'd be in

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

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

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

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