Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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