Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken Fried (The Voice Performance)

You know I like my fried
Cold on a Friday night
A of jeans that fit just right
And the up
I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and wine
Where the peaches
And my house not much to talk about
But filled with love that's grown in southern ground
And a little bit of fried

beer on a Friday night
A pair of that fit just right
And the up
I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's
the touch of a precious child

And know a love

Well it's funny how the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or what you drive or the tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on a peace of mind this I've to know
So if you agree a drink with me

Raise glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken

Cold on a Friday night
A pair of that fit just right
And the up
Well seen the sunrise

See the in my woman's eyes
Feel the of a precious child
And a mother's love

I God for my life
And for the and stripes
May freedom fly, let it ring

Salute the who died
The ones that give their lives so we don't to sacrifice
All the we love
Like our fried

Cold beer on a Friday
A pair of jeans that fit right
And the up
Well seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's
Feel the touch of a precious
And a mother's love

Get a little chicken
Cold beer on a Friday
A of jeans that fit just right
And the up
Well seen the sunrise
See the love in my eyes
Feel the touch of a child
And know a love