Luyện nghe bài hát Down Home Girl

Lord I swear, the perfume you
Is made out of greens
And every time that I kiss you
It tastes like pork and

Even though you're wearin'
Citified high
I can tell by your giant
That been walkin' through cotton fields

Oh, you're some down home

shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is blue
But underneath all of that
Well, you're the same old you

sittin' there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin' champagne like a movie
When ya oughta be sittin' on a
white lightnin', out of a jelly jar

Oh, you're some down girl

in your pretty cheeks
And in your knees
You by and baby I
Can smell magnolia

You tell me you're New York, baby
But I know you're from way down
I can hear a mama
Evey you open up your mouth

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