Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

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

I said man ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
county 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 on down to Memphis,
I had left to loose
Wanted to hear some rock n'
But all they was blues
I didn't wanna hear no

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

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

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