Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Country

There's a plastic stretched across a broken pane
You gotta dodge the pots an' pans on the floor it rains
There's a ten-point buck on my room wall
A squirrel and two ducks are hangin' in the
That in my yard is a barbecue pit
A couple a year, we'll throw a hog in it
There's a four-wheel drive in my driveway
I'm a proud and active of the NRA

Hey, I'm country, I was born and in it
And I'm country, that's my kind of
White beans, greens, sweet tea, chicken and dumplings
Well, I get up every mornin' when the rooster
I stay out some nights the cows come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin',
Hay-balin', pea-pickin'

Well, there's my mama in the rockin' by my screen door
The red, white, and blue off of my front porch
There's my in the garden pickin' black eyed peas
are bouncin' up and down on the trampoline
My truck less than my champion 'coon dog
My is painted red, by the grace of god
My say, "Please, sir, thank you and ma'am"
I what I ain't, but I am what I am

Hey, I'm country, I was born and in it
And I'm country, my kind of livin'
White beans, collar greens, tea, chicken and dumplings
I get up mornin' when the rooster crows
I out some nights until the cows come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin',
Hay-balin', country

Yeah, I get up mornin' when the rooster crows
I stay out some nights until the come home
I'm dog-runnin', deer-huntin', fish-catchin',
Hay-balin', country

Yeah, I'm a-dog runnin', deer huntin', fish catchin', cow
Corn-pickin', cider-sippin', fight-startin',
Wife-lovin', gun-totin', hay-balin', pea-pickin'

Yeah, I guarantee you, I'm
I scared to be country neither