Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl I swore was close to
I could see the ring, the dress and the nine yards
I had a country on and she reached and turned it
Said she couldn't the sound of a steel guitar

We hit the town to catch an early
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the leading
I "That's my man," she said, "Who's he?"
I up and said, "Girl, we gotta go"

She don't like to play my of music
She's never heard a Waylon Jennings
And she's been a fan of Willie Nelson
So ain't no way in hell we'll get along

She me she thinks country music's hokey
She said, "You can't to it and all the songs are sad"
I cocked my and said, "You must be jokin',
no excuse for havin' taste that bad"

Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan
And she said, "Didn't he sing song called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, man's a livin' legend"
And she said, "Really? I he was new"

Naw, she don't like to play my kind of
She's heard of David Allan Coe
But she can't get enough of Houston
And I'm thinkin' Lord, all I need to know

it...

Dan the Man...

So when the was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid that an overdue farewell
And without a goodnight kiss, I jumped back in my
on some Hank and cranked it loud as hell

Naw, she like to play my kind of music
She know "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down"
She can't see what's so cool about "He Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Too Close to the Ground"

She told me that she sorta the Eagles
She couldn't name one hit by Cash
Naw, she don't like to play my of music
So I had to that girl to kiss my ass