Luyện nghe bài hát Not Everybody Likes Us

Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you
good to be in your local bar again.
So get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud,
a damn good time until the show's at an' end.
Sometimes I'm an' sometimes, I'm tired,
But I'm doin' the that I can.
So let's have a drink and a with Hank,
An' may the outlaws again.

I'm a son of a son:
I've got a chip of I've said an' done.
Well, I remember ol' Waylon,
he was shootin' his shotgun.
It's a certain livin',
It's a kinda style.
Not likes us,
But we we drive some wild.

Break-

Well I I'd rather eat the barrel,
Of a double-barrel shotgun,
Than to hear that shit call pop-country music,
On ninety-eight-point-one.
Just so you know, so it's set in stone,
Kid Rock come from where I come from:
Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he no son of Hank:
If you thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb.

So let's get loud:
Let's get and proud.
Pour me another of whiskey,
An' this for the south.
It's a kinda livin',
a certain kinda style.
Not everybody us,
But we we some folks wild.
Not likes us,
But we we some folks wild.
Not everybody us,
But we we drive some wild.