Luyện nghe bài hát Copperhead Road

Well my name's John Lee
Same as my Daddy and his Daddy
You hardly saw grandaddy down here
He only come to about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of and some copper line

Everybody knew he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted bad
He up the holler with everything he had
'fore my but I've been told
He never come back from Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block
Bought it at an at the mason's lodge
Johnson County painted on the side
Just a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my tore that engine down

I still remember that rumblin'
Then the sheriff around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew wouldn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, here anyway
I done two tours of duty in
I came home a brand new plan
I'd the seed from Colombia and Mexico

Just plant it up the holler Copperhead Road
Now the D.E.A.'s got a in the air
I up screaming like I'm back over there
I a thing or two from Charlie don't you know
You better away from Copperhead Road

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