Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

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

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

She down from the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
Magnolia in her
She's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine that's
all night for the likes of us
Sis Draper's got the

She'll play all night if she feels 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 dropped his jaw
Said the best I ever saw
She must be from

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

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

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

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

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