Luyện nghe bài hát Highway 80 (she's a mighty good road)

Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was hopin my bookie would
Coolin my at the motel six, waitin for the axe to fall
Phone rings, man, i'm white as a
But my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says
"C'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and

stop, salt lake city
Big springs, laramie lookin pretty
Ogallala, platte, sun settin in it
Newton to chicago in a new minute
it's hobart, elkhart, maumee, cuyanoga
Youngstown, hazletown, dover i'm a flyin
Fairfax, bloomfield, bless a my
Highway 80, she's a might road

I saw me a yarn on the tv set about the surfers out in
So i bought me some baggies and i hopped me a jet just to see if stories was true
Well the water was cold and the was hot
Called my baby from the parkin lot, i
"Baby, do you miss me?" "honey, you know i do"

And it's stop, salt lake city...

Now if i was a actor or a high-rollin hippie i would out for the califo-line
Cruise my up and down the strip, hollywood and by-god vine
But i'm an oklahoma boy and i'm east coast
Got a woman in a blueblood town
And i'm goin back to see my baby one more time

And it's first stop, salt city...