Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss My Country Ass

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

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

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

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

Well, a whole lotta high-class people out there
lookin' down on me
'Cause the country where I belong
Is a Tonk 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 that don't fit your social
You can my country ass

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

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

I ain't tryin' to no fight but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn
Stay the hell 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 kiss my natural born, to the bone
lovin' country ass, that's right