Luyện nghe bài hát Made On McCosh Mill Road

I'm talking 'bout a beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Road
Where the rowdy folks from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we
We'll do much, anything but run

The county line is the line
I was of the Georgia side
into them Georgia pines
Find a whole lot than Pines
Find a shine, find a different of pine
Find the kind, they'll chop down and it
and it up outta town
McCosh Mill, we that
Go on and bend that hat
Go on pop that chop and that, sit back, chill
Me and momma done up
That wood get burnt up
Hot as but it's feelin like heaven to me
It does
Anybody thats anybody plus no that's everybody
about that Mill dog
Better ask 'em, they'll tell you it
That crowd is very
The beer is and the women hot
We to have a good time tonight
But might get you shot

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Road
the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do much, anything but run

I got my baby, got my beverage, its like another Mill night
Mud hole
how we living in real life
Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above gravel
Infested with that head, but old Bubba does not dabble
Just drink a drink, smoke a little smoke
it do what
Man did you think, my folk was a joke?
Naw that must be you
Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an event
In case they this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again
We party like everybody talk about how they party
a swig of that fire water just to get my day started
Born here, was made here, then here, and Imma be buried
Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh cemetery

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill
Where the rowdy folks from
And if they ask you can 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, but run

I'm 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Road
Where the rowdy come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we
We'll do much, anything but run