Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

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

You boys get in tune
Sis Draper's be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too
If you're gonna with Sis tonight

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

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

She'll play all night if she feels 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 stepped up and one off
And uncle dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She be from Arkansas

I grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she hates her
All the fellas up straighter
In the presence of Sis

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

Put her in a box
Said getting awful late
She's on her way to Little
And Little Rock wait

So we all stood out in the
all full of watermelon
Watcher her leave her go
Wishin' I was in wagon

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