Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl I swore was to perfect
I could see the ring, the dress and the whole nine
I had a country station on and she reached and it
Said she couldn't stand the sound of a guitar

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

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

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

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

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

it...

Dan the Man...

So when the was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid girl an overdue farewell
And without a goodnight kiss, I jumped in my truck
Turned on some Hank and cranked it 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 likes the Eagles
She couldn't name one hit by Johnny
Naw, she don't like to my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to my ass