Luyện nghe bài hát My Kind Of Music

Well, I met this girl I was close to perfect
I could see the ring, the dress and the whole 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 an early movie
And ol' Kris Kristofferson played the 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
She's never heard a Waylon Jennings
And never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there no way in hell we'll get along

She told me she thinks 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 taste that bad"

I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song '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 never heard of David Coe
But she can't get enough of Whitney
And I'm thinkin' Lord, all I need to know

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Dan the Man...

So when the night was over, I her to her door
And I bid that girl an farewell
And a goodnight kiss, I jumped back in my truck
Turned on some Hank and it loud as hell

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

She told me that she likes the Eagles
She name one hit by Johnny Cash
Naw, she like to play my kind of music
So I had to tell that to kiss my ass