Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

I want a sunrise nothing in the way
Waking up on a wheat
With broken, oh too
Leading out to a road
And a mailbox with my last
I want to step off my back
And down to the lake

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

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

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

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

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