Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl I swore was close to
I see the ring, the dress and the whole nine yards
I had a country station on and she and turned it
Said she stand the sound of a steel 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 up and said, "Girl, we gotta go"

She like to play my kind of music
She's never heard a Waylon song
And never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there no way in hell we'll get along

She told me she country music's 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 for havin' taste that bad"

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

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

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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
Turned on some Hank and cranked it loud as

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

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