Luyện nghe bài hát Down Home Girl

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

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

Oh, you're down home girl

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

You're sittin' 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 down girl

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

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

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