Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A miles of highway
And I forgot her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' the line

There ain't in my mirror
a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you
some ole trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, a trucker's heart broke

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

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 said man there no fire
I'm runnin' from a flame
So go on an your ticket, man,
But I aint the one to
That county tried to rob me blind

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

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

So I went to up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the
He said drive eighteen wheeler 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 line

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