Luyện nghe bài hát Alabama Jubilee

You ought to see Jones
he rattles the bones,
Old parson Brown 'roun like a clown,
Aunt who is past eighty three,
"I'm full o' pep!
Watch yo' step!, yo' step!
One legged Joe aroun' on his toe,
away 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,
Come this way, delay,
Better hurry, dear, or you'll be missin'
sweet, rag-time treat,
Goes right to your head and to your feet,
a reminder, a memory finder
Of down in old Alabam'.

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