Luyện nghe bài hát Hawg Caller

Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo
Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo

Hey I'm just an old hawg
I love my greens
I live way back in a
Where no one sees
for me and my family
And the that I hang with
They;re all a bunch of hawg
And every one is a son of a

Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo
Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo

Way here in the jungle
We cut no trees
Cause they us hide our gardens
And the tracks of our
From the drones and the
From the locals and the
the nosy sons of bitches
at the I.R.S

Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo
Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo

We fuss, we don't fight
We just scratch what
We to, down a few
And party with our bitches

Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo
Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo

Here comes an old hawg
a hawg-leg in his hand
He along his daughters
And at least a dozen
They got a and a fiddle
drums and tamborines
We're gonna some music
And what we're gonna sing

Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo
Wo wo wuh wo wo
Wo wo wo wo oh wo

We fuss, we don't fight
We just scratch itches