Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Cuss The Fiddle

I my brother
While admittin' that he some pretty songs
(And he did)
I'd heard he'd been scandalizing me
And, Lord, I knew that, was wrong
(And it was)
Now I'm lookin' at it
Somethin' cool and feelin' fool to see
What I had called my on
Now he had every to call on me

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

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

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