Luyện nghe bài hát If That's Country

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

Oh you love him!

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

But if hes country Ill your ass,
And all my Willie Nelson records in the trash.
Hes the same old shit in a different bag,
But if hes country, then countrys pretty bad.

I dont CMT
Naw that makes me sick.
And that ole 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 Cash records in the trash
Hes all about cuz image pays the bucks,
Aw but if hes country, well then country sucks.

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

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

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