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 behind my head and my woman by my side
poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem that, ha, ha, you can kiss my country ass

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

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

If a down home, backwoods Redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your
But if you down with my outlaw crowd
You can my country ass, aw yeah
Aw,

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

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

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

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

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

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