Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

You dug the grave feet long
And you dug it feet deep
You rolled the clay over her
And tromped it your feet

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

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

I know gonna hang me
Tomorrow be dead
Though I even harmed a hair
On little Laurie's head

your head, Tom Dooley
Hang head 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 Grayson
I'd be in

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

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

At this tomorrow
do you reckon I'll be?
Away down in the holler
Hangin' on a white oak

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