Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

I want a with nothing in the way
Waking up on a wheat
broken, oh too late
Leading out to a dirt
And a mailbox with my name
I want to step off my porch
And down to the lake

Where there no Monday morning rush
And there ain't no break for lunch
The only ties are of bight
The only time clocks are the one's we

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

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

no deadlocks breathing down your back
No traffic up your stress
No above a cloud
And the noise drowning out my American dream

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