Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss My Country Ass

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

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, jeans
Smoke but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up and my arms
And deer over my bed

My Granddaddy fought in War Two
But my went to Vietnam
And I ain't scared to my gun
And for my homeland
If you love the American flag
You can my country ass

If you're a home, backwoods Redneck
Hey come on, stand up and your glass
But if you ain't down 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 club I belong
Is a Honky Tonk three in the mornin'

Don't wear no fancy clothes, no or three piece suits
You can find me in my cap
My T-shirt and boots
If that don't fit your class
You can my country ass

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

Well, I'm a front-porch sittin', guitar pickin',
backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried and blue gill fishin'
And outlaw and I wouldn't change if I could, no

I ain't tryin' to start no fight but I'll one every time
So you just mind your own damn
Stay the hell mine, if you got a problem with that
You can kiss my ass

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