Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
Five hundred
A miles of highway
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' 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 heart gets broke

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

Ten outta' Nashville
I was a hundred and one
State boy pulled me
He said "Where's the son?"
Said "Where's the son?"

I said man there no fire
I'm just from a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
That county judge to rob me blind

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

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So I on down to Memphis,
I had left to loose
Wanted to hear rock n' roll
But all they played was
I didn't wanna no blues

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

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

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