Luyện nghe bài hát Good Country Song

Shotgun in my truck
Eight years old and acting
He at me and said, "You shift the gears"
He would that FM dial
And I would down every mile
Til the station out of came in clear
It was old Conley on the radio
It punched me in the gut, man, it my soul

I'm talking a good country song
you smile, makes you hurt
Leaves you on every word
A country song
Makes you love, you leave
Raise some hell or hit your
All I is I think of home
Grab my and strum along
Kick on back and sip me strong
When I hear a good country

While hip-hop, rap, and rock cool
I was in my basement schooled
On George and and Vernon and Alabama
I was learning bout neon lights
Wasted days and nights
And honky-tonks Texas to Montana
And my fingers found the fret board
I my eyes and sing
I swear that beat up guitar played one thing

I'm talking a good country song
Makes you smile, you hurt
Leaves you hanging on every
A good song
Makes you love, makes you
Raise hell or hit your knees
All I is I think of home
Grab my guitar and strum
Kick on back and sip me strong
I hear a good country song

Yeah, it makes me think of long gone
my dad and call my mom
Cry, and laugh, and pray, and til dawn
When I hear a good
A good old country, a good song