Luyện nghe bài hát C.o.u.n.t.r.y.

We come from Eastabuchie, Booger, Hooker, Knuckle, Bug
And Switch
We hoop and holler when old Charlie Daniels calls that
Son of a
Yeah we plow it, nail it, it, then hightail it to town
We spend our payday on ladies and them long-necked rounds
We gonna live out past the 'til the day that we die
We're from the banjo double-clutchin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y

We like them silver buckle, straight tequila
Wrangler-knuckle Barbie
We got bait and tackle, barbecutie booty-tannin' one-stop shoppin' malls
We like our Beech-Nut long cut, Truck Nutz off of the hitch
We whiskey shoot it, it, Fridays when we're hillbilly rich
Charlotte's brother's on the sofa eatin' pie
Out in the deer and road-ruttin', corn row-cuttin' C.O.U.N.T.R.Y

We our guns, our God, our Jesus, pledge allegiance, too
We bleed in John Deere green, red and and blue
Screw correct, we gonna let it fly
Out in the get-it-good-and-stuck and C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y
C.O.U.N.T.R.Y