Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

A couple guys in first class on a
From new to Los Angeles,
Kinda making small killing time,
Flirting with the attendants,
Thirty thousand feet above, be Oklahoma,
Just a bunch of cornfields and wheat farms,
Man it all the same,
and miles of back roads and highways,
Connecting towns with funny names,
want to live down there in the middle of nowhere,

They've drove through Indiana,
Met the men who plowed earth,
Planted that seed, his ass for you and me,
Or caught a harvest in Kansas,
They'd understand why God made fly over states,

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

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

You'd heaven's doors have opened
understand why God made
Those fly over

a ride across the badlands
Feel that freedom on face
Breathe in all open space
a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God
Why want to plant your stakes
In fly over states

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