Luyện nghe bài hát Virginia's Real

Now gents to the middle a young girls fiddle
And you got nothin' to lose
right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off the of your shoes

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

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

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

Now Banjo Bill he stock still
As the notes a rollin' by
And it filled his ears and his fears
And a tear come to his eye, he

"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 felt 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 that crystal in the air"

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

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

Now she a spell no tongue can tell
No Prophet can
And as death, hold your breath
She Virginia's 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 that bow hair fly
How she hangs crystal in the air