Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

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

First you gut our farms, all the five-and-dimes
Then you tax our so-called sins, call our pleasures a
Now you're turnin' our music into some elevator noise
Think 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 a star of a teenage girl
But one million dollars make her Merle
Laser beams, rings, and a pretty face might be something
But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if country

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

Now I ain't them suburban moms 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 man's song
And make sure Chris stays the hell offa my front lawn

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 that's