Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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