Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss My Country Ass

Tearin' a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded with beer and a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head and my woman by my
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 love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler
Smoke but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up and my arms
And heads over my bed

My fought in World War Two
But my Daddy went to
And I ain't to grab my gun
And for my homeland
If you don't love the flag
You can my country ass

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

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

Don't wear no clothes, no ties or three piece suits
You can me in my camouflage cap
My and cowboy boots
If that fit your social class
You can kiss my ass

If you're a down home, redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your
But if you ain't down with my outlaw
You can kiss my ass

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

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

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