Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick your 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
dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up a rope

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

She came from the Boston mountains
There was in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
Magnolia in her
She's a diamond in the
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 night if she feels it
Have fruit punch if you spike it
Sis don't 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
Said she's the I ever saw
She must be from

I think Grandpa to date her
Grandma says she still her
All the stand up straighter
In the of Sis Draper

Sis Draper is the daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy 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 can't wait

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

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