Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I forgot her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
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 gets

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

Ten miles out of nashville, I was doing a 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 from a
Go on and your ticket, but I ain't the one to blame"
That county judge to rob me blind.

But big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
I'm a highway junkie, I that 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 wanna hear no blues
So I went to call up Elvis and Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, the king of the road
I was the king of the road

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

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