Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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

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

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

But them big of rubber
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 hear no blues

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

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

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