Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner mama
the babies all up snug
Sis Draper's over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that swingin' yonder
up the Holler Road
Them get to barkin'
to tie em all up with a rope

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

She down from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them strings
Magnolia in her
She's a diamond in the
If you see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis Draper's got the

She'll play all if she feels like it
Have 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 Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the best I saw
She must be from

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 her mama taught her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

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

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

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