Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
There ain't nothing in my mirror, a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets
Yeah, hearts gets 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
boy me over 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 county judge to rob me blind.

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

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

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

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