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 like you never heard
They play the only that they ever did know
a ragtime ditty and the rhythm don't drag
now the way you dance to the Salty Dog Rag

One foot front, it back,
then you start to the jack.
You shake and you and then you sag,
if your zigs you're supposed to zag.
Your is light, you tap your feet

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

Away South 'neath the old Southern moon
the up a tree and the hounds treed a coon
They'll hitch up the to a broken down nag
and go out to the Salty Dog Rag
They tune up the fiddle and they up the bow
They strike a C on the old banjo
and holler hang on 'cause we ain't gonna
'cause here's the way you to the Salty Dog Rag