Luyện nghe bài hát (The Virtues of) Wild Corn Whiskey

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Homegrown southern in oak barrels,
Yeah I work the twilight hits my door.
And as the sun descends the shadows,
Yeah find me n' Satan on the porch.

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Think I wanna just one more bottle,
Drinkin' mountain with the devil by my side.
is divine,
Just water into wine,
a virtue.
Like a shady store,
Evil my back door,
a wild brew.

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And as the glare of a new sun rising blinds me,
My mamma's words they're my head.
No never find a bride who prizes liquor,
perhaps it's time white whiskey I thee wed.

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Well think I sink just one more bottle,
Drinkin' mountain with the devil by my side.
is divine,
Just water into wine,
a virtue.
Like a liquor store,
Evil shading my door,
a wild brew.
Hey hey hey.

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Reckon it's to forsake dear ole Woodmill,
By now I have paid my union dues.
Leave those sour-corn-mash days far behind me,
Yeah up some homegrown hooch and do as I choose.

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Well I'm on the brink of a mountain-dew breakdown,
Drinkin' slurring seeing demons far and wide.
Well my mind is numbing,
Yet I see the a-comin',
Need to through.
Now my is roughly full,
got me kicking like a mule,
It's a brew.

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Years of excess on my shoulders,
The pearly gates distant as I climb.
So as I myself for the fiery hollow,
You'll find me one last time.

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Well think I wanna sink just one bottle,
Drinkin' mountain moonshine the devil by my side.
is divine,
Just like into wine,
a virtue.
Like a liquor store,
shading my back door,
It's a brew.

Empty on the floor,
Led the to my door,
It's a brew.