Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Pen

Oh, the people come from far away
They'd dance all night till the of day
When the hollered do-si-do
You knew Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about
High on the hill and above the
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it ring
You hear it talk, you could hear it sing

He an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one 'The Boston Boy'
The of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
To me that's where the begins

Late in the about sundown
on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, how it would ring
You hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never that mournful day
When Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they up his bow
knew it was time for him to go

Late in the about sundown
High on the hill and above the
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it would
You could it talk, you could hear it sing

in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the
Uncle Pen the fiddle, Lord how it would ring
You could it talk, you could hear it sing