Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

A couple guys in class on a flight
new York to Los Angeles,
Kinda small talk 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 little towns with names,
Who'd want to down there in the middle of nowhere,

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

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

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

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

Take a ride across the
Feel that on your face
in all that open space
Meet a from Amarillo
understand why God made
Why want to plant your stakes
In fly over states

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