Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Over States

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

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

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

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

You'd think heaven's doors opened
You'll why God made
Those fly states

Take a ride across the
Feel that freedom on your
Breathe in all that space
a girl from Amarillo
You'll understand why God
Why you'd want to plant stakes
In those fly over

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