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

We hit the to catch an early movie
And ol' Kris played the leading role
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 kind of
never heard a Waylon Jennings song
And she's been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell get along

She told me she country music's hokey
She said, "You dance to it and all the songs are sad"
I my eyebrow and said, "You must be jokin',
Ain't no excuse for havin' taste 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 to play my kind of music
She's heard 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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So when the night was over, I walked her to her
And I bid that an overdue farewell
And a goodnight kiss, I jumped back in my truck
Turned on some Hank and cranked it loud as

Naw, she like to play my kind of music
She don't "Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down"
She can't see what's so cool "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today"
Or "Angel Flying Too 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 my kind of music
So I had to tell that girl to my ass