Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my
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 no fire, I'm just running from a flame
Go on and your ticket, but I ain't the one to blame"
That county tried 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 left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all played was blues
I didn't wanna no blues
So I went to call up Elvis and Roger grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, the king of the road
Said I was the king of the

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

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