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 that he to hear,
A jolly old that he played by ear.
It was hard, but the fiddler didn't care,
He away at the popular air,
Tho' his rooftree like a waterfall,
It didn't seem to the man at all.

A traveler was by that day,
And to hear him a-practicing away;
The cabin was a-float and his 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 as he played away,
"I mend it now, it's 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 on a-playing at his reel,
And tapped the with his leathery heel.
"Get along," said he, "for you give me a
My cabin never leaks it doesn't rain."