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 caller
I love my collard
I live way back in a
no one ever sees
Except for me and my
And the gang I hang with
They;re all a bunch of callers
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 back in the jungle
We don't cut no
they help us hide our gardens
And the of our ATV's
From the and the helicopters
From the locals and the
From the 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 scratch what itches
We like to, a few
And party our bitches yeah

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

Here an old hawg caller
a hawg-leg in his hand
He along his daughters
And at least a friends
They got a and a fiddle
Some and tamborines
We're gonna play music
And here's what we're gonna

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

We don't fuss, we don't
We scratch what itches