Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Fiddle

When the train in to the station
He back his hair, rosined up his bow
Fiddle down, Orange Blossom Special
If you want to make a living you've got to put on a good show

When he smelled the and the cinders
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his
Played Cherokee Fiddle, for the whiskey
Good whiskey let him lose his place

He was always playing for the miners
Devil's Dream was a tune all understood
Then he'd go to Oklahoma
And wait 'till the were runnin' and the weather was good

When he smelled the smoke and the
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his
Cherokee Fiddle, played for the whiskey
Good whiskey let him lose his place

Now the Indians are up like cowboys
And the cowboys are puttin' leather and on
And the music gets by the lawyers
And the fools who fiddled in the middle of the are gone

Some folks say never miss them
screeched like the engine break
Ol' Cherokee Fiddle gone
Like the sound that the whistle on an old locomotive

So you smell the smoke and the cinders
Slick your hair back, open up case
Cherokee Fiddle, play for the whiskey
Good whiskey never let's you lose place
No, good whiskey never you lose your place