Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the mama
Tuck the babies all up
Sis Draper's comin' over, we all cut a rug
When you see lantern swingin' yonder
up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to
to tie em all up with a rope

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

She came from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle
in her hair
She's a diamond in the
If you can't see the that's tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis Draper's got the

She'll all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit 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 uncle dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

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

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

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

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

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