Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

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

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

She came down the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on them fiddle
in her hair

She's a in the rough
If you see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis Draper's got the

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

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

I grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she still her
All the fellas up straighter
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 getting awful
She's on her way to Rock
And Little can't wait

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

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