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 with my last name
I want to step off my porch
And walk to the lake

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

And there ain't no place you can't park
There ain't no after dark
No locking the front 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 with my baby in a short-bed Chevrolet
With the playing whatever it wants to play
Where there ain't no morning rush
And there ain't no one-hour break for
The ties are ties of bight
The only time clocks are the we wind

With no deadlocks down your back
No traffic backing up stress
No talking a cloud
And the Reno noise drowning out my dream

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