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 lantern yonder
Comin' up the Road
Them dogs'll get to
Ought to tie em all up a rope

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

She down from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them 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 got the touch

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

She up and sawed one off
And uncle dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She be from Arkansas

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

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

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

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

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