Luyện nghe bài hát Tom Dooley

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

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

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

You her on the hillside
For to her your wife
You took her on the
And you took her life

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

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

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

I know they're hang me
Tomorrow I'll be
I never even harmed a hair
On poor little head

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

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

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

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

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

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