Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia's Real

Now gents to the middle a young girls fiddle
And you ain't got nothin' to
right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off the bottom of your

Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow fly
How she hangs that in the air

Now down to the lonesome sound
Of a whippoorwill in the
Sashay back look at old mad
everything in sight, he said

"Oh me, oh my, how she makes bow hair fly
How she hangs that in the air"

Now Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes came a by
And it filled his ears and eased his
And a come to his eye, he said

"Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow fly
How she that music in the air"

Now the old Bass he lost his place
And his arms they felt steel
And the guitar man dropped both his
And he swore it was not real, he

"Oh me, oh my, how she that bow hair fly
How she that crystal in the air"

Now it's golden on eagles wings
To the callin' of the
And there's fiddle tunes and fiddle tunes
But Virginia's hairs

Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow fly
How she that music in the air

Now she cast a no tongue can tell
No Prophet can
And quiet as death, your breath
She Virginia's real

Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow fly
How she hangs that in the air

And it's oh me, oh my, how she that bow hair fly
How she hangs crystal in the air