Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

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

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

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

She'll play all 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
Said the best I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

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

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

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

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 daughter
Plays the fiddle bought her
Plays it like her mama her
She's a travelin'