Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

Where there ain't no morning rush
And there ain't no break for lunch
The only ties are of bight
The only 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 interrupt my dream

I want to a coyote's footprints in the snow
the sound of a John Deere with a varying bout to go
I drive with my baby in a short-bed Chevrolet
With the radio playing whatever it wants to
there ain't 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 deadlocks breathing your back
No backing up your stress
No talking above a
And the Reno drowning out my American dream

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