Luyện nghe bài hát The Real American Folk Song

Near Barcelona, the peasant
The old traditional tunes
The street song sighs
You think of Italian

nation has a creative vein
Originating a strain
folk songs plaintive and others gay
In their own way

American folk songs, I
Have a stronger appeal

The real folksong is a rag, a mental jag
A rhythmic tonic for the chronic
The critics called it a Song'
But now changed their tune and they like it, somehow

For it's with a syncopated sort of meter
Sweeter than a strain, boy you can't remain still and quiet
For a riot

The American folksong is like a fountain of youth
You and it elates you and then invigorates you
The real folksong, the masses coaxed on, is a rag

The real folksong is a rag, a mental jag
A tonic for the chronic blues
The critics called it a Song'
But now they've changed their tune and they like it,

For it's inoculated with a syncopated of meter
Sweeter than a classic strain, boy you can't remain and quiet
For it's a

The American folksong is like a fountain of youth
You taste and it elates you and invigorates you
The American folksong is a rag