Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' down a dirt road, flag flyin', coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with and a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my and my woman by my side
poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can my country ass

Well, I Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro
up and down my arms
And deer heads my bed

My Granddaddy in World War Two
But my went to Vietnam
And I ain't to grab my gun
And for my homeland
If you don't the American flag
You can kiss my ass

If you're a down home, backwoods
Hey on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't with my outlaw crowd
You can my country ass, aw yeah
Aw,

Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out
lookin' down on me
'Cause the country where I belong
Is a Honky till three in the mornin'

wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits
You can find me in my cap
My T-shirt and cowboy
If don't fit your social class
You can kiss my ass

If a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and your glass
But if you down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my ass

Well, I'm a sittin', guitar pickin', moonshine
Sippin' backer juice spittin' country boy from the
And I love chicken and blue gill fishin'
And outlaw and I wouldn't change if I could, no

I tryin' to start no fight but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own business
the hell outta mine, if you got a problem with that
You can my country ass

I said, "If you got a problem any of that
You can my natural born, Redneck to the bone
lovin' country ass, that's right