Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

I want a with nothing in the way
Waking up on a field
With broken, oh too
out to a dirt road
And a mailbox with my name
I want to step off my porch
And walk down to the

Where there ain't no morning rush
And there ain't no one-hour break for
The only are ties of bight
The only time are the one's we wind

And there ain't no that you can't park
There no streetlights after dark
No locking the door up
And no sirens to my American dream

I want to a coyote's footprints in the snow
Hear the sound of a John Deere with a bout to go
I wanna drive with my baby in a short-bed
the radio playing whatever it wants to play
Where there no Monday morning rush
And ain't no one-hour break for lunch
The ties are ties of bight
The only time clocks are the one's we

With no breathing down your back
No traffic backing up your
No talking a cloud
And the Reno drowning out my American dream

I want to hold you a thousand miles from here
Just say the word babe, and we'll disappear
To our American dream, our American
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