Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

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

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

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 no fire, I'm just running from 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 gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie, I need that old line

So I rolled on down to
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 Roger Miller the phone
He drive that 18 wheeler, boy, you're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the

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

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