Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

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

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

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

There's a certain 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 stick
Sounds more like bad Phil Collins with a hick

Now I ain't them suburban moms their fun
But don't you try to tell me it's the way hank wanted it
You keep your money-grubbin' hands off the poor man's song
And sure Chris Gaines 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 to a watering-hole
But you make her drink 'til she gets white soul
Might be rock, be schlock, might be the Beatles or monkeys
But you can kiss my ass, if that's country