Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

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

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

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