Luyện nghe bài hát Salty Dog Rag

Away down in the state of Arkansas
my great-grandpa met my great-grandma
they drink apple and they get on a jag
and they dance all to the Salty Dog Rag

They play an old fiddle you never heard before
They play the only tune that they did know
It's a ditty and the rhythm don't drag
now the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag

One foot front, it back,
then you to ball the jack.
You and you break and then you sag,
if your partner zigs supposed to zag.
Your heart is light, you tap feet

in with that ragtime beat.
(Just) pack up your troubles in old kit bag
and all night to the Salty Dog Rag.

Away down South 'neath the old Southern
the possum's up a tree and the treed a coon
They'll hitch up the buggy to a broken nag
and go out dancing to the Dog Rag
They tune up the and they rosin up the bow
They a C chord on the old banjo
and holler hang on 'cause we gonna drag
'cause the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag