Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

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

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

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

On the of Oklahoma
Where windshield sunset in your eyes
Like a watercolor sky

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

Take a ride across the
Feel that on your face
Breathe in all that open
Meet a from Amarillo
You'll understand why God
Why you'd to plant your stakes
In those fly states

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