Luyện nghe bài hát Chicken & Biscuits

Lord have mercy she comes
the wheel of a pickup truck
Mud
She's
Country just doin' her thing and
Ain't like a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me
Likes
fishin'
And she can hold her own in the
And by the way boys did I

She's as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon
Way hotter than the asphalt
And I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her
Man I can't get

like chicken and biscuits

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

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

Kinda like and biscuits

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

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

like chicken and biscuits