Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken & Biscuits

Lord have mercy she comes
Behind the wheel of a pickup
Mud
singin'
Country just doin' her thing and
Ain't nothing like a baby
Drive my tractor me crazy
huntin'
Loves
And she can her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I

She's pretty as a field of
sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter the Alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of
Lord have mercy I love her
Man I can't get

like chicken and biscuits

She can rock them heel shoes
But she'd rather cowboy boots
Cut off jeans and a hat
Them vity girls can't do it that
Off the on a Friday night
Dancin' and ain't scared to fight
By Sunday mornin' rollin' around
in the choir is where she's found
Y'all I'm so
there ain't no doubt

She's as a field of daisies
sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the Alabama
And when I get her in these of mine
Lord mercy I love her kisses
Man I get enough

Kinda chicken and biscuits

(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you
(Hold)
There's something you need to know
(Hey)
it comes to lovin' you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' I'd rather do

pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than wine
Way hotter than the Alabama
And I get her in these arms of mine
have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get

Kinda chicken and biscuits