Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee,
Five hundred
A thousand of highway
And I forgot her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' the line

ain't nothin' in my mirror
Just a cloud of and smoke
do you expect
When some ole trucker's gets broke
Yeah, a trucker's gets broke

But them big of rubber
Gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white

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

I said man ain't no fire
I'm just from a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I aint the one to
That judge tried to rob me blind

But big wheels of rubber
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway
And I need 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 played was
I didn't hear no blues

So I went to up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the
He said drive that wheeler boy
You're the of the road
I was the king of the road

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

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