Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

Well, you've called my kinfolk all their lives
And I'm a chip off the heap, ask any one of my
I'm a social drinker, and I social all I can
I'm a deer-snuffin', chain-smokin', simple southern man

you gut our farms, strip-mall all the five-and-dimes
Then you tax our sins, call our pleasures a crime
Now you're turnin' our music into some elevator noise
it's time for us to win one back for the good ol' boys

You can stripes on a billy goat/call it a tiger if it floats your boat
You can a star of a teenage girl
But one million dollars won't make her
Laser beams, navel rings, and a face might be something
But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if that's

There's a song that's got my local station stuck
got a steel guitar, and I believe it mentions a truck
But the singer don't sound like he ever worked a shift
Sounds more like bad Collins with a hick facelift

Now I ain't denyin' suburban moms their fun
But don't you try to tell me it's the way hank wanted it
You better keep your money-grubbin' hands off the poor song
And make sure Chris Gaines stays the hell offa my front

You can take an ear from a barnyard sow/milk it 'til it turns into a cow
You can a chick to a watering-hole
But you can't make her drink 'til she gets soul
be rock, might be schlock, might be the Beatles or monkeys
But you can my Ozark ass, if that's country