Luyện nghe bài hát Sis' Draper

Kick your shoes off in the
Mama, tuck 'em babies all up
Draper's comin' over
We all cut a rug

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

Now, you boys get in tune
Sis' Draper's gonna be soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too
If you're gonna with Sis' tonight

She came from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them strings
in her hair

Now, she's a diamond in the
If you see the shine that's tough
She'll play all night for the of us
Sis got the touch

She'll play all if she feels like it
Drink 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 sawed one off
And uncle dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

Now, I think grandpa used to her
said she still hates her
All the fellas stand up
In the presence of Draper

Draper is her daddy's daughter
Plays the that he bought her
Plays it like her mamy her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

She put her in the box
And said it's getting late
on her way to Little Rock
And Little Rock can't

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

Sis' Draper is her daughter
Plays the fiddle that he her
Plays it her mamy taught her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

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