Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

When you see that lantern swingin'
Comin' up the Road
Them get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a

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

She down from the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on them strings
Magnolia in her

She's a in the rough
If you can't see the that's tough
Play all for the likes of us
Sis Draper's got the

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

She up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve his jaw
Said the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

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

Sis Draper is the daughter
the fiddle, daddy bought her
Plays it like her taught her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

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

So we all stood out in the
Hands all of watermelon
Watcher her watched her go
I was in that wagon

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