Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A miles of highway
And I forgot her yet
But I on movin',
I keep down the line

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

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

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

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

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

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So I on down to Memphis,
I had left to loose
Wanted to hear some rock n'
But all played was blues
I wanna hear no blues

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

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

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