🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Small Town Girl - Kellie Pickler

 I grew up where I could see the 
  sweet tea from a Mason jar
 Dogwood  like leaves through the pine
 People  the porch watching fireflies
 And driving  the Wal-Mart on a Friday night
 
 I'm just a small  girl
 And  all I'll ever be
 I'm just a small town 
 Hey,  alright with me
 
 I'd rather  fishin' with grandpa on the lake
 Than getting all  up,
 Fake eyelashes on my 
  off jeans and an old ball cap
 A town so small you don't  a map
 That's where I'm from and there ain't no  me
 
 I'm  a small town girl
 And that's all  ever be
 I'm just  small town girl
 Hey, that's alright  me
 
 I'd  ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari
 Give me a 
 I  eating no calamari
 
 I'm just a small  girl
  that's all I'll ever be
 I'm just a small  girl
 Hey, that's alright  me
 
 Coca-cola  apple pie
 Dirt roads  old clothes lines
 Familiar faces and  bracelets
 You  meet a stranger
 And everybody helps 
 Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild 
 Driving
 Driving
 Driving
 Driving around
 
  just a small town girl
 I'm just  small town girl
 I'm  a small town girl
 I'm just  small town girl