Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A miles of highway
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep down the line

There nothin' in my mirror
a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you
When some ole trucker's heart gets
Yeah, a trucker's gets broke

But them big wheels of
Gonna rub her off my
Well I'm a highway
And I need old white line

Ten miles Nashville
I was doin' a and one
boy pulled me over
He "Where's the fire son?"
"Where's the fire son?"

I said man there ain't no
I'm just runnin' a flame
So go on an your ticket, man,
But I aint the one to
county judge tried to rob me blind

But them big wheels of
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway
And I that old white line

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So I rolled on to Memphis,
I had nothin' left to
Wanted to hear some n' roll
But all they was blues
I didn't hear no blues

So I to call up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the
He said drive eighteen wheeler boy
You're the king of the
Said I was the king of the

But them big of rubber
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a junkie
And I that old white line

I said I'm a junkie, man,
And I need old white line...