Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

I a sunrise with nothing in the way
up on a wheat field
With broken, oh too
Leading out to a dirt
And a with my last name
I want to step off my back
And walk down to the

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

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

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

With no deadlocks breathing 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
say the word babe, and we'll just disappear
To our dream, our American dream
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