Luyện nghe bài hát Copperhead Road

Well my John Lee Pettimore
Same as my Daddy and his before
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down
He only to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred of yeast and some copper line

knew that he made moonshine
Now the man wanted grandad bad
He headed up the holler everything he had
'fore my time but been told
He come back from Copperhead Road

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

I still that rumblin' sound
Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the
Heard mama cryin', something wouldn't right
He was headed down to with the weekly load
You could the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I for the army on my birthday
They draft the trash first, 'round here anyway
I two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came with a brand new plan
I'd take the seed from Colombia and

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

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