Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

You dug the grave four feet
And you dug it three feet
You rolled the clay over her
And it with your feet

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

Trouble, oh it's
through my breast
As long as I'm a-livin',
They a-gonna let me rest

I they're gonna hang me
Tomorrow be dead
I never even harmed a hair
On little Laurie's head

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

In this and one more
reckon where 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 head, Tom Dooley
Hang your and cry
You killed poor Laurie
And you know you're 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 head and cry
You poor Laurie Foster
And you you're bound to die