Luyện nghe bài hát Made On McCosh Mill Road

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 Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come
And if they ask you can 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, but run

The county line is the line
I was made of the side
Venture into them Georgia
a whole lot more than Pines
Find a shine, find a type of pine
Find the kind, chop down and compress it
and address it up town
Mill, we that deal
Go on and bend hat bill
Go on pop chop and swig that, sit back, chill
Me and momma done up
wood pile get burnt up
Hot as hell but it's like heaven to me
It does
Anybody anybody plus no body that's everybody
Knows about Mill dog
Better ask 'em, tell you bout it
crowd is very rowdy
The beer is and the women hot
We to have a good time tonight
But disrespect 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 'bout my big Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill
Where the rowdy folks come
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we
We'll do much, anything but run

I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin another Mill night
Mud marauders
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 little drink, a little smoke
Make it do
Man what did you think, my folk was a
Naw that must be you
Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an event
In they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again
We party like everybody just talk about how they
a swig of that fire water just to get my day started
Born here, was here, then stayed here, and Imma be buried
Right up on there on top of the in the McCosh Road cemetery

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

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