Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

Throughout history there been many songs
Written about the eternal
next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson,
A beautiful woman, and a condemned man Tom Dooley
the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang

Hang down head, Tom Dooley
Hang down head and cry
down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, bound to die

I met her on the mountain, there I her life
Met her on the mountain, her with my knife

Hang down head, Tom Dooley
Hang your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, bound to die

This time tomorrow where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a in Tennessee (well now, boy)

Hang (your head) your head (Dooley) and cry
Hang down your head and cry (ah boy, ah well-ah)
Hang down (your head) head (Dooley) and cry
Poor boy, you're to die (ah well now boy)

down (your head) your head (Dooley) and cry
Hang your head and cry (ah poor boy, ah well-ah)
Hang down (your head) head (Dooley) and cry
Poor boy, you're to die

This time reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley from a white oak tree

Hang your head, Tom Dooley
down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die (ah now boy)

Hang your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your and cry (poor boy ah well uh)
down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're to die
Poor boy, bound to die
boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're to die