Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

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

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

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

There's a certain song got my local station stuck
It's got a guitar, and I believe it mentions a truck
But the singer sound like he ever worked a stick shift
Sounds more like bad Phil Collins with a facelift

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

You can take an ear from a barnyard sow/milk it it turns into a cash cow
You can lead a chick to a
But you can't make her 'til she gets white soul
Might be rock, might be schlock, be the Beatles or monkeys
But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if country