Luyện nghe bài hát The Real American Folk Song

Near Barcelona, the crooned
The old Spanish tunes
The Neapolitan song sighs
You think of Italian

Each has a creative vein
a native strain
With folk plaintive and others gay
In their own way

American folk songs, I
Have a much appeal

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

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

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

The real American folksong is a rag, a jag
A rhythmic tonic for the blues
The critics it a 'Joke Song'
But now they've changed their 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 real folksong is like a fountain of youth
You taste and it elates you and invigorates you
The real folksong is a rag