Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
But I on moving, I keep moving down the line
There ain't nothing in my mirror, just a of dust and smoke
But do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, trucker's hearts broke

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie, I need old white line

Ten miles out of nashville, I was a hundred and one
State boy me and he said, "Where's the fire, son?"
He said, "Where's the son?"
I said "Man, there no fire, I'm just running from a flame
Go on and write your ticket, but I the one to blame"
That judge tried to rob me blind.

But them big of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie, I need old white line

So I rolled on to Memphis
I had nothing left to
I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all played was blues
I didn't hear no blues
So I went to up Elvis and Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, you're the of the road
Said I was the of the road

But big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie, I need that old line

But them big wheels of rubber are rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie, I need that old line