Luyện nghe bài hát Down Home Girl

Lord I swear, the you wear
Is made out of turnip
And time that I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and

though you're wearin' them
Citified heels
I can tell by your steps
you've been walkin' through cotton fields

Oh, you're some down girl

shoes are green, your dress is red
And wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of mess
Well, the same old messy you

You're there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin' champagne like a star
ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk
Drinkin' white lightnin', out of a jar

Oh, you're some home girl

Dimples in pretty cheeks
And dimples in your
You walk by and I
Can smell magnolia

You me you're from New York, baby
But I know you're way down South
I can hear a Mississippi
time you open up your mouth

Oh, you're some down home
Oh, you're some down girl