Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

Kick shoes off in the corner, mama
Tuck the babies all up
Sis Draper's comin'
We all cut a rug

When you see lantern swingin' yonder
up the Holler Road
Them get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up a rope

You boys get in tune
Sis Draper's gonna be here
Don't shoot no nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick Sis tonight

She down from the Boston mountains
There was in the air
on them fiddle strings
Magnolia in her

a diamond in the rough
If you see the shine that's tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis Draper's got the

She'll play all night if she like it
Have some fruit punch if you it
Sis don't care who don't it
See, ol' Sis has got a of a bow arm on her

She stepped up and one off
And Cleve dropped his jaw
Said she's the I ever saw
She must be Arkansas

I think used to date her
says she still hates her
All the fellas stand up
In the presence of Sis

Sis Draper is the devil's
the fiddle, daddy bought her
Plays it her mama taught her
She's a travelin'

Put her in a box
Said it's getting late
She's on her way to Little
And Rock can't wait

So we all out in the yard
Hands all of watermelon
Watcher her leave her go
Wishin' I was in wagon

Sis Draper is the devil's
Plays the fiddle, daddy her
Plays it like her taught her
She's a Arkansawyer