Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
There ain't in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you when some old trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, trucker's hearts broke

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

Ten out of nashville, I was doing 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 ain't no fire, I'm just running a flame
Go on and write ticket, but I ain't the one to blame"
That judge tried to rob me blind.

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

So I rolled on down to
I had nothing to lose
I to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was blues
I didn't hear no blues
So I went to call up and Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He drive that 18 wheeler, boy, you're the king of the road
I was the king of the road

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

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