Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

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

You better get in tune
Sis gonna be here soon
Don't 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 fiddle strings
in her hair
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

play all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit punch if you 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
she's the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

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

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

Put her in a box
it's 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 that

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