Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Ellen Smith

Poor Ellen Smith, how was she
Shot through the lying cold on the ground
Her body was mangled, and all around
A marks the spot where poor Ellen was found

They picked up her body, and carried it
Now a-sleepin' in some lonesome grave
Who had the heart, and who had the
To shoot my little darling on that cold lonesome

They picked up their rifles, and hunted us
They found us a loafin' all town
The judge my convict me, and God he can
But I know I died as an man

I've been in this prison for seven years
Each night I see through my bitter tears
I got a yesterday I read it today
The flowers on her grave have all away

The warden just told me that soon I'll be
To go to her grave 'neath old willow tree
I'm free from the walls of that prison, at
But I'll never be from my sins of the past

Ellen Smith, how was she found
Shot through the heart lying on the ground