Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know they're hang me
I'll be dead
Though I never even a hair
On little Laurie's head

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

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

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

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

At this tomorrow
Where do you reckon be?
Away yonder in the holler
Hangin' on a oak tree

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