Luyện nghe bài hát The Real American Folk Song

Near Barcelona, the crooned
The old traditional tunes
The Neapolitan street song
You of Italian skies

Each has a creative vein
Originating a strain
With folk songs and others gay
In their own way

American folk songs, I
Have a much stronger

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

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

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

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

For inoculated with a syncopated sort of meter
Sweeter than a classic strain, boy you remain still and quiet
For a riot

The real American folksong is like a of youth
You taste and it elates you and then you
The American folksong is a rag