Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
hundred cigarettes
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 cloud of dust and
do you expect
When some ole trucker's heart gets
Yeah, a heart gets broke

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

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

I said man ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' from a
So go on an your 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
I'm a highway junkie
And I that old white line

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

So I went to up Elvis
But Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that wheeler boy
You're the of the road
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 white

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