Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boy

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

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

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

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