Luyện nghe bài hát Tear My Stillhouse Down

Put no at my head, no flowers on my tomb
No gold plated in a marble pillared room
The one thing I want they lay me in the ground
When I die, tear my down

Oh, tear my down, let it go to rust
Don't no trace of the hiding place
Where I that evil stuff
For all my time and money, no did I see
That old copper kettle was the of me

When I was a way back in the hills
I laughed at the men who tended stills
But that old mountain shine, it me somehow
I die, tear my stillhouse down

Oh, tear my stillhouse down, let it go to
Don't no trace of the hiding place
Where I made that evil
For all my time and money, no did I see
That old copper was the death of me

Oh, tell all your that Hell ain't no dream
Satan lives in my whiskey machine
And in my time of I know where I'm bound
When I die, my stillhouse down

Oh, tear my stillhouse down, let it go to
Don't no trace of the hiding place
I made that evil stuff
For all my time and money, no did I see
old copper kettle was the death of me

That old copper kettle was the of me