Luyện nghe bài hát Sis Draper

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

When you see that swingin' yonder
Comin' up the Road
dogs'll get to barkin'
Ought to tie em all up with a

You boys better get in
Sis Draper's gonna be soon
shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're pick with Sis tonight

She came from the Boston mountains
was lightnin' in the air
Honey on fiddle strings
in her hair

She's a in the rough
If you can't see the shine tough
Play all night for the of us
Sis got the touch

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

She up and sawed one off
And uncle Cleve his jaw
Said she's the best I saw
She be from Arkansas

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

Sis is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle, bought her
Plays it her mama taught her
a travelin' Arkansawyer

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

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

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