Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boy

Now, I'm just a guy
But there's one sure as shootin'
I hate those folks that think that
So doggone high fa
I'd be the same in
Or in my own kitchen
I in fussin' when you're mad
And when you're itchin'.

I'm a plain, old boy
A corn-bread lovin' boy
I raise on Saturday
But I go to on Sunday
I'm a plain, old boy
A corn-bread country boy
be lookin' over that old grey mule
When the sun up on Monday.

Where I come from, opportunities, they never were too
We never had much money, but we done the best we
Ma doctored me youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my out of plow lines.

Every time the preacher called, Ma always a chicken
If I'd reach for a drumstick, I was sure to get a
She always saved two parts for me, But I had to shut my
T'was the gizzard and the North end of a chicken South.