Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner mama
Tuck the babies all up
Sis Draper's over, we all gonna cut a rug
you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Road
dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a

You better get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be soon
shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna with Sis tonight

She came down from the mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle
in her hair
She's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine tough
Play all for the likes of us
Sis got the touch

She'll play all night if she like it
some fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't care who like it
See, ol' Sis has got a of a bow arm on her

She up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve his jaw
Said she's the I ever saw
She must be from

I think used to date her
Grandma says she still her
All the fellas up straighter
In the presence of Sis

Sis Draper is the devil's
the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her mama her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

Put her in a box
Said it's getting awful
on her way to Little Rock
And Little can't wait

So we all out in the yard
Hands all of watermelon
her leave watched her go
Wishin' I was in wagon

Sis is the devil's daughter
Plays the Daddy bought her
Plays it her mama taught her
She's a Arkansawyer