Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
hundred cigarettes
A thousand of highway
And I forgot her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' down the

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

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

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

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

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

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So I on down to Memphis,
I had nothin' left to
Wanted to hear rock n' roll
But all they played was
I wanna hear no blues

So I went to up Elvis
But Roger Miller the phone
He said that eighteen wheeler boy
the king of the road
Said I was the of the road

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

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