Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner mama
the babies all up snug
Sis Draper's over, we all gonna cut a rug
you see that lantern swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Holler
Them get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a

You boys better get in
Sis Draper's gonna be here
Don't shoot no dice nor get too
If gonna pick with Sis tonight

She came down the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on them fiddle
in her hair
She's a 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 if she feels 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 Cleve dropped his jaw
she's the best I ever saw
She must be from

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

Sis Draper is the devil's
Plays the fiddle bought her
Plays it like her taught her
a travelin' 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 of watermelon
Watcher her leave her go
I was in that wagon

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