Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

Oh, once upon a in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little door
And at a tune that he liked to hear,
A old tune that he played by ear.
It was raining hard, but the didn't care,
He sawed at the popular air,
Tho' his rooftree leaked a waterfall,
It seem to bother 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 the old man didn't 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 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 the old roof till it's good and tight."
But the old man on a-playing at his reel,
And the ground with his leathery heel.
"Get along," he, "for you give me a pain;
My cabin never when it doesn't rain."