Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

When you see that 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 gonna be soon
shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis

She came down the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle
Magnolia in her

She's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's
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 don't 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 she's the 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 presence of Sis

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

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

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

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