Luyện nghe bài hát Sis' Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner
Mama, tuck 'em all up snug
Sis' Draper's comin'
We all cut a rug

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

Now, you boys better get in
Sis' gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too
If you're pick with Sis' tonight

She came from the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
in her hair

Now, she's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine tough
play all night for the likes of us
Sis got the touch

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

She stepped right up and one off
And uncle Cleve his jaw
Said she's the I ever saw
She must be from

Now, I grandpa used to date her
Grandma said she hates her
All the fellas up straighter
In the presence of Draper

Sis' Draper is her daddy's
Plays the fiddle he bought her
it like her mamy taught her
She's a Arkansawyer

She put her in the box
And said it's getting late
She's on her way to Rock
And Little Rock wait

So, we all stood there in the
full of watermelon
Watched her and watched her go
we was in that wagon

Sis' is her daddy's daughter
Plays the fiddle that he her
it like her mamy taught her
She's a travelin'

it Sis'