Luyện nghe bài hát Country Folks

Country baptized in gravy
cant wash off what the good made you
no matter how far that goes
an old road will get you home (come on)
if you can see it in their eye when try to lie
if your the bullet hole in the stop sign
then I'm right with ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

Im out here on a thousand acre of land
and i hear em hating on me I'm a modest man
talking with matheson he got a plan
and when he talk i to him
a lot of man
he we need to take it back to the root of it
i put on for the country thats the of it
Im last millenium we was repping it
anybody had accepted it
we them to the cooler on the tailgate
full of cold light playing satellite
a little while we misbehave ok
we figure the game out we go play
a generation of people that love
and hank, we it in the boondocks
now put your in the air if you ain't scared
folks been doing that think yeah

Country fried in gravy
cant wash off what the good lord you
no how far that highway goes
an old road will get you home (come on)
if you can see it in their eye they try to lie
if your the bullet in the stop sign kind
then I'm right with ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

See me an bubba we been this a long while
it sure seems longer than a country mile
hollywood looked good of fake friends
i never thought we could ever be again(we back)
Time heals, one one came up
back together son, we gonna this thing up
a lot of talkers, i ain't name em
they be us, hell i cant blame em
so looky here cold on the tailgate
been this for some years, yall so late
bangin outcast and a lil george
hot damn colt ford back Bubba k

fried baptized in gravy
cant wash off what the good lord you
no matter how far that goes
an old dirt road get you home (come on)
if you can see it in eye when they try to lie
if the bullet hole in the stop sign kind
then I'm right there ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

Everything really till the money comes
now they some
and aint want it none
and thats just how the thing go you git r done
we did it son
we did it son
we was drinkin jim beam by the
me and heard they loadin up ammo
bumpin goodie mob, realtree
this white boy really hes rambo
cut the beat on, bet his ass jam
dont like it, to hell is where you can go
12 pointer hangin right above the
you dont the program change the channel

Country fried baptized in
cant wash off what the good made you
no matter how far that highway
an old road will get you home (come on)
if you can see it in eye when they try to lie
if the bullet hole in the stop sign kind
then I'm right there ya put your drinks up high
for my folks(hey)
my folks (hey)