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 whole yards
I had a country on and she reached and turned it
Said she couldn't stand the sound of a steel

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

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

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

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

Naw, she don't like to my kind of music
She's never heard of David Coe
But she can't get enough of Whitney
And I'm thinkin' Lord, all I need to know

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Dan the Man...

So when the night was over, I her to her door
And I bid that an overdue farewell
And a goodnight kiss, I jumped back in my truck
Turned on Hank and cranked it loud as hell

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

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