Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner, mama
Tuck the babies all up
Sis Draper's over
We all cut a rug

you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Road
dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up a rope

You boys get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be here
shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick Sis tonight

She came down the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
Magnolia in her

She's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis got the touch

She'll play all night if she like it
Have fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't who don't like it
See, ol' Sis has got a of a bow arm on her

She up and sawed one off
And Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the I ever saw
She be from Arkansas

I think grandpa used to her
Grandma says she still her
All the fellas stand up
In the presence of Sis

Sis is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle, bought her
it like her mama taught her
She's a Arkansawyer

Put her in a box
Said it's awful late
She's on her way to Little
And Little can't wait

So we all out in the yard
all full of watermelon
Watcher her leave her go
I was in that wagon

Sis Draper is the devil's
Plays the fiddle, daddy her
Plays it like her mama her
She's a Arkansawyer