Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A miles of highway
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' down the

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I went to call up
But Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive eighteen wheeler boy
You're the of the road
I was the king of the road

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

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