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 old tune that he played by ear.
It was raining hard, but the didn't care,
He sawed away at the air,
Tho' his leaked like a waterfall,
It didn't to bother the man at all.

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

The replied, "That's all quite true,
But here's the thing, I think 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 with his leathery heel.
"Get along," he, "for you give me a pain;
My cabin never leaks it doesn't rain."