Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

Well, you've called my kinfolk all their lives
And I'm a off the heap, ask any one of my ex-wives
I'm a social drinker, and I 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 strange elevator
Think it's for us to win one back for the good ol' boys

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

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

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

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 her drink 'til she gets white soul
be rock, might be schlock, might be the Beatles or monkeys
But you can my Ozark ass, if that's country