Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

A couple guys in first on a flight
new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda making small talk time,
Flirting with the attendants,
thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma,
Just a bunch of square and wheat farms,
Man it all the same,
and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting little towns with names,
Who'd to live down there in the middle of nowhere,

They've never through Indiana,
Met the men who that earth,
Planted seed, busted his ass for you and me,
Or a harvest moon in Kansas,
They'd why God made those fly over states,

I bet mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all
Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US on a 3-day haul
Roads and rails under feet
that sounds like a first class seat

On the of Oklahoma
they windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a painted sky

You'd think doors have opened
You'll why God made
Those fly over

a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on your
Breathe in all open space
Meet a from Amarillo
You'll why God made
Why you'd want to your stakes
In those fly states

Have you been through Indiana
On the of Oklahoma,
a ride,