Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

Oh, upon a time in Arkansas,
An old man sat in his little door
And fiddled at a tune he liked to hear,
A jolly old that he played by ear.
It was hard, but the fiddler 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 riding by day,
And stopped to hear him a-practicing
The cabin was and his feet were wet,
But the old man didn't seem to fret.
Now the said, "the way it seems to me,
better mend your roof," said he.
But the old man as he played away,
"I mend it now, it's a rainy day."

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