Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

Well, you've called my kinfolk trash all 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', simple southern man

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

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

There's a song that's got my local station stuck
It's got a steel guitar, and I believe it a truck
But the singer don't sound he ever worked a stick shift
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 the way hank wanted it done
You better your money-grubbin' hands off the poor man's song
And make sure Chris Gaines stays the hell offa my front

You can an ear from a barnyard sow/milk it 'til it turns into a cash cow
You can a chick to a watering-hole
But you can't make her drink 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