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 social drinker, and I stay all I can
I'm a deer-snuffin', chain-smokin', kinda southern man

First you gut our farms, strip-mall all the
Then you tax our so-called sins, call our a crime
Now turnin' our music into some strange elevator noise
Think time for us to win one back for the good ol' boys

You can paint stripes on a goat/call it a tiger if it floats your boat
You can make a star of a girl
But one million dollars make her Merle
Laser beams, navel rings, and a pretty face might be
But you can kiss my Ozark ass, if that's

There's a certain song that's got my station stuck
It's got a steel guitar, and I believe it mentions a
But the singer don't sound like he ever worked a shift
more like bad Phil 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 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 'til it turns into a cow
You can lead a chick to a
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