Luyện nghe bài hát Highway 1

I'm on a midnight death
I'm on a mission God
A stolen car and a wish
To hell on 1

Four on the floor, a hundred per hour
I'm gonna fly 'til the tires fly no more
C'mon!
got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to but this strait jacket on too tight
I'm alive!

As the wind comes off the
And my hair is combed right
I'm in a locomotion
out of 1965

So, pass the bottle, a miles per hour
I'm gonna fly 'til the can't fly no more
C'mon!
I've got my and a sharkskin jacket
Nothing to lose, gonna live it up I die
I'm alive!
Whoo!

Well, on the before the supper
And I'm gonna smash the just right
So, give me one good of thunder
I fall on my ass tonight

Four on the floor, a hundred miles per
I'm fly 'til the tires can't fly no more
C'mon!
got my blues, gonna make a racket
Nothing to lose but strait jacket on too tight
I'm alive!
C'mon!
Ha ha ha!