Luyện nghe bài hát The Arkansas Traveler

Oh, once a time 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 raining hard, but the fiddler care,
He sawed at the popular air,
Tho' his rooftree like a waterfall,
It didn't to bother the man at all.

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

The traveler replied, "That's all true,
But here's the thing, I think 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 tapped the with his leathery heel.
"Get along," said he, "for you me a pain;
My cabin leaks when it doesn't rain."