Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken & Biscuits

Lord have mercy she comes
Behind the of a pickup truck
Mud
She's
Country girl just her thing and
Ain't nothing like a baby
Drive my tractor me crazy
Likes
fishin'
And she can hold her own in the
And by the way boys did I

She's pretty as a of daisies
She's sweeter than wine
Way hotter than the asphalt
And when I get her in these of mine
Lord have I love her kisses
Man I get enough

Kinda like chicken and

She can them high heel shoes
But she'd wear 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' come around
Singin' in the choir is where she's
Y'all I'm so
'Cause there no doubt

pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon
Way hotter the Alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of
Lord have I love her kisses
Man I get enough

like chicken and biscuits

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

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

Kinda like chicken and