Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Jubilee

You to see deacon Jones
he rattles the bones,
Old parson Brown foolin' 'roun a clown,
Aunt Jemima who is past three,
"I'm full o' pep!
Watch yo' step!, yo' step!
One legged Joe aroun' on his toe,
Threw his crutch and hollered, "let 'er go!"
Oh, honey, hail! hail! the all here
For an Alabama

Mandolins, violins,
Hear the tunin' up, the fun begins,
this way, don't delay,
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be
Music sweet, treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to feet,
It's a reminder, a finder
Of down in old Alabam'.

Hear flute, it's a beaut,
And the tunes tootin', tootsie, ain't they cute?
Let's begin, a sin,
To be all this syncopated music!
Oh, you Jane, again
Give your legs some exercise to refrain,
Boy, that's what makes me so dreamy and me
home to my old Alabam'.