Luyện nghe bài hát Texas Cookin'

I'm going to Austin, Texas
Ease on down to San
Get that bar-b-que and
Eat my fill and back home

I'm gonna take my baby me
We gonna a high ol' time
We eat till we get silly
do make a beer taste fine

Oh my, momma that Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and bumpin'
Oh my, momma that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it if I could

Well, I know a man that armadillo
so sweet he calls it pie
I know a woman that makes pan
Tastes so good it you high

Get them enchiladas
Get steaks chicken fried
Sho' do make a man feel
See gravy on the side

Oh my, momma ain't that cookin' something
Oh my, stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that cookin' good
Oh my, eat it everyday if I could, yeah

Well, I know a place got fried okra
anything I ever saw
I know a man that cooks
It be against the law

We get a big ol' sausage
Big ol' plate of ranch-style
I could eat the heart of
We gonna need some new jeans

Oh my, momma ain't Texas cookin' something
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin'
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin'
Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and bumpin'
Oh my, ain't that Texas cookin' good
Oh my, momma eat it everyday if I

Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin'
Oh my, stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin'
Oh my, momma ain't that cookin' good
Oh my, eat it everyday if I could