Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred 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
some ole trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, a heart gets broke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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