Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

When you see that lantern yonder
Comin' up the Road
Them dogs'll get to
to tie em all up with a rope

You better get in tune
Sis gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no nor get too tight
If you're pick with Sis tonight

She came down the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them strings
in her hair

She's a diamond in the
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 feels it
Have some fruit punch if you it
Sis don't care who don't it
See, ol' Sis has got a of a bow arm on her

She stepped up and one off
And Cleve dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She must be from

I grandpa used to date her
Grandma she still hates her
All the stand up straighter
In the of Sis Draper

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

Put her in a box
Said getting awful late
on her way to Little Rock
And Little can't wait

So we all out in the yard
Hands all full of
her leave watched her go
Wishin' I was in wagon

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