Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

A couple guys in first class on a
new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda small talk killing time,
with the flight attendants,
Thirty feet 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 little towns funny names,
Who'd want to live there in the middle of nowhere,

They've never through Indiana,
Met the men who plowed earth,
that seed, busted 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 Santa Fe freight train engineer's it all
Just that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul
and rails under their feet
Yeah that sounds like a first class

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

You'd think heaven's doors have
You'll understand why God
fly over states

Take a ride the badlands
Feel that freedom on face
Breathe in all that space
Meet a girl Amarillo
understand why God made
Why want to plant your stakes
In fly over states

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