Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cuss The Fiddle

I scandalized my
While admittin' he sang some pretty songs
(And he did)
I'd heard that he'd been me
And, Lord, I that, that was wrong
(And it was)
Now I'm at it over
Somethin' cool and fool enough to see
What I had called my on
Now he had right to call on me

Don't ever cuss fiddle, boy
Unless you that fiddle out of tune
That there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but side of you
If we get to Heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin'
We're in gig together
So let's settle and steal each other's songs

I found a wounded
Drinkin' bitterly the afternoon
And enough he turned on me
Like he'd done every face in saloon
Well, we him to the ground
And he couldn't even steal a decent song
But as it was spoken
We was sad enough to wish we were wrong

ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that out of tune
That picker in trouble, boy
nothin' but another side of you
And if we ever get to Heaven,
It because we ain't done nothin' wrong
in this gig together
So let's settle down and each other's songs