Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

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

We hit the town to catch an movie
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the role
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 kind of
She's never a Waylon Jennings song
And she's never been a fan of Nelson
So there no way in hell we'll get along

She told me she 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 her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing 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 play my kind of
She's never heard of Allan Coe
But she can't get of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinkin' Lord, all I need to know

it...

Dan the Man...

So the night 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
Turned on Hank and cranked it loud as hell

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

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