Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I went to up Elvis
But Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive eighteen wheeler boy
the king of the road
Said I was the king of the

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

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