Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

Oh, once upon a in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little door
And fiddled at a that he liked to hear,
A jolly old tune that he by ear.
It was hard, but the fiddler didn't care,
He sawed away at the air,
his rooftree leaked like a waterfall,
It didn't to bother the man at all.

A traveler was riding by day,
And stopped to him a-practicing away;
The was a-float and his feet were wet,
But still the old man didn't to fret.
Now the stranger said, "the way it to me,
better mend your roof," said he.
But the old man as he played away,
"I couldn't mend it now, a rainy day."

The traveler replied, "That's all true,
But here's the thing, I that you should do;
Get busy on a day that is and bright,
And patch the old till it's good and tight."
But the old man on a-playing at his reel,
And tapped the ground with his heel.
"Get along," said he, "for you give me a
My cabin never leaks when it rain."