Luyện nghe bài hát Cherokee Fiddle

When the pulled in to the station
He slicked back his hair, up his bow
Fiddle upside down, Orange Special
If you want to make a living then you've got to put on a show

When he the smoke and the cinders
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his
Cherokee Fiddle, played for the whiskey
Good whiskey never let him lose his

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

When he the smoke and the cinders
Rolled his sleeves up, opened up his
Cherokee Fiddle, played for the whiskey
Good whiskey never let him his place

Now the Indians are dressin' up cowboys
And the cowboys are leather and turquoise on
And the music gets sold by the
And the fools who fiddled in the of the stations are gone

Some say they'll never miss them
Fiddle screeched like the engine
Ol' Fiddle gone forever
Like the sound that the whistle on an old make

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