Luyện nghe bài hát What Makes You Country

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People talkin' what is and what ain't country
What gives 'em a right to a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

You could be a cowboy on the Texas
Or a plowboy waitin' on the
We're all a different, but we're all the same
Everybody doin' their own

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I got my road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in
Backing in boats, landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia
Step side cover down in dust
Friday night spotlight, was us
It might been you, but I ain't judging
be proud of what makes you country

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Does it run in blood?
Did it come your daddy and mama?
you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so
Did you eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I gotta know

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Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level
Silver cream corn in a dirt
Waiting for the fall to come along
So I can by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in dust
Friday night spotlight, was us
It might not've been you, but I judging
Just be of what makes you country

Might be from a or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square you drove around
Do you in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You you gotta let it out

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I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing lines
Running bird docks through Georgia pines
Step side cover in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, was us
It not've been you, but I ain't judging
And just be proud of what you country
Whatever makes you

You do your country
They they kind of country
I do my kind of
Whatever makes us