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 road
And a mailbox my last name
I to step off my back porch
And walk to the lake

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

And there no place that you can't park
There no streetlights 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 Deere with a bout to go
I wanna drive with my baby in a 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 only ties are of bight
The only clocks are the one's we wind

With no deadlocks breathing down back
No backing up your stress
No above a cloud
And the noise drowning out my American dream

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