Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken & Biscuits

Lord have mercy she comes
Behind the of a pickup truck
Mud
She's
Country just doin' her thing and
Ain't nothing like a baby
Drive my tractor me crazy
huntin'
Loves
And she can her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I

pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon
Way hotter than the asphalt
And when I get her in arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her
Man I get enough

Kinda like chicken and

She can them high heel shoes
But she'd rather wear cowboy
Cut off jeans and a hat
Them vity girls can't do it that
Off the chain on a Friday
and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
By Sunday mornin' come around
Singin' in the choir is where she's
I'm so proud
'Cause ain't no doubt

She's pretty as a field of
She's sweeter than watermelon
Way than the Alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of
have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get

Kinda like chicken and

(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you
(Hold)
There's something that you need to
(Hey)
When it comes to you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' I'd rather do

pretty as a field of daisies
She's than watermelon wine
Way than the Alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of
Lord mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get

Kinda like chicken and