Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia's Real

Now gents to the said 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 shoes

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

Now promenade down to the sound
Of a in the night
Sashay look at old mad Jack
everything in sight, he said

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

Now Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes a rollin' by
And it filled his and eased his fears
And a tear to his eye, he said

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

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

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

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

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

Now she cast a no tongue can tell
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 that in the air

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