Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

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

I man there ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' 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
Well I'm a junkie
And I need old white line

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

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

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

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