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

Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was my bookie would call
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 it after all, and it's

stop, salt lake city
Big springs, laramie lookin mighty
Ogallala, platte, sun settin in it
to chicago in a new york minute
Then it's hobart, elkhart, maumee,
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 the surfers out in malibalou
So i bought me some and i hopped me a jet just to see if them stories was true
Well the water was cold and the was hot
Called my baby from the lot, i said
"Baby, do you me?" "honey, you know that i do"

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

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

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