Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

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

I man there ain't no fire
I'm runnin' from a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
That county judge to rob me blind

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

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

So I went to up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the
He said drive that eighteen 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 junkie
And I need that old white

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