Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

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

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

The traveler replied, "That's all true,
But here's the thing, I think you should do;
Get on a day that is clear and bright,
And patch the old roof till it's and tight."
But the old man kept on at his reel,
And tapped the ground with his heel.
"Get along," he, "for you give me a pain;
My cabin never leaks it doesn't rain."