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 knows the 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 gotta him!

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

But if hes Ill kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie records 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 that ole Chesney,
a hypocrite.

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

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

What to the outlaws,
Who werent to cross the line.
What happened to the man,
Who sang the about their troubled lives.

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

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