Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the mama
Tuck the all up snug
Sis comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that lantern yonder
up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to
Ought to tie em all up a rope

You boys get in tune
Sis Draper's be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too
If you're gonna pick Sis tonight

She came down the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on them strings
in her hair
She's a diamond in the
If you can't see the shine tough
all night for the likes of us
Sis got the touch

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

She stepped up and one off
And Cleve dropped his jaw
Said the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

I Grandpa used to date her
says she still hates her
All the fellas up straighter
In the of Sis Draper

Sis Draper is the daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy her
Plays it like her taught her
She's a Arkansawyer

Put her in a box
Said it's getting awful
She's on her way to Rock
And Little Rock wait

So we all stood out in the
all full of watermelon
Watcher her watched her go
I was in that wagon

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