Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl I was close to perfect
I see the ring, the dress 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 an early movie
And ol' Kris played the leading role
I "That's my man," she said, "Who's he?"
I jumped up and said, "Girl, we go"

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

She me she thinks 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',
Ain't no excuse for havin' taste bad"

Then I asked her if she'd 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 my kind of music
She's heard of David Allan Coe
But she get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinkin' Lord, that's all I 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 in my truck
Turned on some Hank and cranked it as hell

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

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