Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia's Real

Now gents to the middle said a young fiddle
And you ain't got to lose
Allemande she can play it all night
She can off the bottom of your shoes

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

Now promenade down to the sound
Of a in the night
back look at old mad Jack
Huggin' everything in sight, he

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

Now the old String Bass he his place
And his arms they like steel
And the guitar man dropped his hands
And he it was not real, he said

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

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

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

Now she cast a spell no tongue can
No can reveal
And quiet as death, hold breath
She played real

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

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