Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boy

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

I'm a plain, old boy
A corn-bread lovin' boy
I raise cain on
But I go to on Sunday
I'm a plain, old boy
A corn-bread lovin' boy
I'll be lookin' over that old grey
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 me from youngin-hood, with Epson salts and Iodine
Made my diapers out of old feed sacks, my 'spenders out of lines.

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