Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

Straight out of Nashville, heres your big star
He dont write the songs he sings, but he the words by heart.
Wears a cowboy hat, and tight blue jeans,
And he struts around the stage like hes the thing youve ever seen.

Oh you gotta him!

He like a super model, knows how to strike a pose
And he dont mind the makeup, as as no one knows.
And hes got that crooked grin, and with a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim

But if hes Ill kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson in the trash.
Hes the old shit in a slightly different bag,
But if hes country, well then pretty bad.

I dont CMT
Naw that makes me sick.
And ole Kenny Chesney,
a hypocrite.

Hell hes country,
But he in the Caribbean.
Sings all about the now,
happened to the Tennessean

Aw if hes country ill kiss ass
Throw all my Johnny Cash records in the
Hes all image cuz image pays the bucks,
Aw but if hes country, well then country sucks.

What to the outlaws,
Who werent afraid to the line.
What happened to the man,
Who sang the truth about their lives.

I was in Georgia, in a one red light town.
And my daddy guitar in every honky tonk around.
And he me all the good stuff,
solid country gold, but now I love it all from hip-hop to rock and roll

And to country, well I dont give a damn
My daddy taught me to be own man
He said Son you dont have to go with the crowd aw
So if I aint country then Im pretty proud
Oh Well I dont their labels anyhow