Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
Five hundred
A thousand miles of
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' the line

There nothin' in my mirror
Just a cloud of and smoke
What do you
When some ole trucker's gets broke
Yeah, a trucker's heart gets

But them big wheels of
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway
And I need that old line

Ten miles Nashville
I was a hundred and one
State boy me over
He "Where's the fire son?"
Said "Where's the son?"

I said man there ain't no
I'm just runnin' a flame
So go on an your ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
That judge tried to rob me blind

But big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie
And I that old white line

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So I rolled on to Memphis,
I had left to loose
Wanted to some rock n' roll
But all played was blues
I wanna hear no blues

So I went to up Elvis
But Miller grabbed the phone
He drive that eighteen wheeler boy
You're the king of the
Said I was the of the road

But them big of rubber
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a junkie
And I need old white line

I I'm a highway junkie, man,
And I need that old line...