Luyện nghe bài hát Good Directions

I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed
Crunchin' on a pork when she pulled up
She had to be thinkin' this is where rednecks come
She had written on her license plate
She was lost and lookin' for the
directions, and I was the man for the job

I told her way up yonder past the light
There's a little country store with an old sign
You gotta in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Then a left take you to the interstate
But a right bring you right back here to me

I was sittin' there 'bout her pretty face
Kickin' myself for not catchin' her
I my hat and thought, 'you fool, that it coulda been love.
I knew my old Ford run her down
She didn't like me anyhow
So I watched her disappear in a cloud of

I told her way up past the caution light
There's a little store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for of her sweet tea
Then a left will you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back to me

Is this Georgia heat playin' on me
Or am I really seein' I think I see?
The woman of my comin' back to me

She went way up yonder the caution light
Don't know why, but felt right
she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Mama her a big 'ol glass and sent her right back here to me

Thank God for good directions...and turnip