Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

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

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

She came from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
Magnolia in her
a diamond in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's
Play all night for the of us
Sis got the touch

She'll play all night if she feels it
Have some 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 stepped up and one off
And uncle Cleve his jaw
Said she's the best I saw
She must be from

I Grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she hates her
All the stand up straighter
In the presence of Sis

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

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

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

Sis Draper is the daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy her
Plays it her mama taught her
a travelin' Arkansawyer