Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

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

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

She came down from the Boston
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them strings
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 all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit if you spike it
Sis care who don't like it
See, ol' Sis has got a of a bow arm on her

She up and sawed one off
And Cleve 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 stand up
In the presence of Sis

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

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

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

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