Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

Ten outta' Nashville
I was doin' a and one
State boy me over
He "Where's the fire son?"
Said "Where's the 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
county judge tried to rob me blind

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

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

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

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

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