Luyện nghe bài hát Haulin'

Haulin', I'm
Fort to Louisville
I'm see my baby
See my baby with to kill

Well, I'm flyin',
No one on the road
My radar detector's not
No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in

Got a gig in Nashville
it back to Arkansas
Followed me all the way to Little
Sayin' something I was against the law

So I'm haulin',
Fort to Louisville
Gonna see my
Gonna see my baby with time to

So I'm haulin',
I'm get there
Rollin' in the grass of Kentucky
I'm gonna get

V-8 slappin' out real
Deeper a 808
red eye gravy from my manifold
Spoutin' hot from the boiler plate

I'm chewin' up the road biscuits
Makin' all the in the world
Sun comes up and I'm
Kentucky state line see my girl

She likes it in the mornin'
Like it in the too
In between, she don't it
about any old time will do

So I'm haulin',
Fort Smith to
I'm gonna see my
See my baby with to kill

And I'm haulin',
I'm gonna get
Rollin' in the grass of Kentucky
Yeah, I'm get there

I her not to worry
They couldn't pin on me
owner, short a hundred dollars
I do it for fun but I gotta eat

I cut him and I coasted Conway
Put him by the side of the
Made Fort Smith evening
me a bag, now I'm ready to go

And I'm haulin',
Fort Smith to
I'm gonna see my
Gonna see my baby time to kill

Flyin',
I'm get there
Rollin' in the grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm get there

Flyin',
I'm gonna get
Rollin' in the grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm gonna get there,