Luyện nghe bài hát Down Home Girl

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

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

Oh, you're some home girl

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

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

Oh, you're some down home

Dimples in your pretty
And in your knees
You walk by and I
Can smell trees

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

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