Luyện nghe bài hát It Was An Absolutely Finger Lickin', Grits And Chicken, Country Music Love Song

The day I to Hollywood,
I got off the bus, me an' my guitar.
My was all jacked-up for Jesus,
It got real when I walked in that bar.
Some mean old guy just on by,
With a devil tattoo and an' in his nose.
Well, I tried to myself,
But no-one the time to say hello.

So I out my guitar,
An' I launched into a Parton song.
An' I knew it,
Coats of many began to sing along.
And it one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', & chicken,
music love song.

Now I realised this life,
Musta taken a toll on all lonesome souls.
An' I help wonder what would make a guy,
Wanna women's clothes.
When finally, a real man sat to me,
An' a Tequila.
Well, he turned an' smiled an' my hand,
An' "Hi there, my name is Sheila."

He said: "I heard you across the room.
"Is that what they call a music song?"
He "I must admit, I laughed at first,
"Then I myself singin' along."
And it one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', & chicken,
music love song.

Well, I had a fall, I liked all,
But I could call this place my home.
An' as my bus rode that bar,
I swore I hear 'em singin' on.

And it wasn't one of lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
songs.
It was an absolutely lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music song.
It was.