Luyện nghe bài hát Country Folks

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

Im out here on a acre plot of land
and i cant em hating on me I'm a modest man
talking jimmie matheson he got a plan
and when he talk i to him
a lot of man
he said we need to take it back to the of it
i put on for the country thats the of it
Im talkin last we was repping it
anybody had accepted it
we introduced them to the on the tailgate
full of cold natty light playing
a little while we misbehave ok
we figure the game out we go play
a generation of people that love
and hank, we banging it in the
now put your drink in the air if you scared
them folks doing that think yeah

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

See me an we been doin this a long while
it seems alot longer than a country mile
hollywood good full of fake friends
i thought we could ever be here again(we back)
heals, one fell one came up
back together son, we tear this thing up
a lot of talkers, i ain't gotta em
wanna be us, hell i cant blame em
so looky here cold beer on the
been this for some years, yall so late
bangin outcast and a lil george
hot damn colt back with Bubba k

Country baptized in gravy
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 your the bullet in the stop sign kind
then I'm right there with ya put your drinks up
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)

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

fried baptized 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 when try to lie
if your the hole in the stop sign kind
then I'm right there with ya put your drinks up
for my folks(hey)
my country (hey)