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 that he'd been me
And, Lord, I that, that was wrong
(And it was)
Now I'm at it over
Somethin' cool and feelin' enough to see
What I had called my on
Now he had every to call on me

Don't ever cuss 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 ain't because we ain't done nothin'
We're in this gig
So let's down and steal each other's songs

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

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