Luyện nghe bài hát The Death of Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner mama
Tuck the all up snug
Sis comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
When you see that swingin' yonder
up the Holler Road
Them dogs'll get to
to tie em all up with a rope

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

She came from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' 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 got the touch

She'll all night if she feels like it
Have some fruit if you spike 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 Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the best I saw
She be from Arkansas

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

Sis Draper is the daughter
Plays the 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 Rock
And Little Rock can't

So we all out in the yard
all full of watermelon
Watcher her watched her go
I was in that wagon

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