Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

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

You dug the grave four feet
And you dug it three deep
You rolled the cold clay her
And tromped it with feet

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

Trouble, oh trouble
A-rollin' my breast
As long as I'm a-livin',
They a-gonna let me rest

I they're gonna hang me
I'll be dead
Though I never harmed a hair
On poor little head

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

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

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

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

At this time
Where do you reckon be?
Away down yonder in the
Hangin' on a white oak

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