Luyện nghe bài hát American Dream

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

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

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

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

With no deadlocks breathing your back
No traffic backing up stress
No talking above a
And the Reno noise out my American dream

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