Luyện nghe bài hát Little House On The Highway

Makin' my way Tullahoma,
pick up the pace.
I'm traveling with a three circus,
for Santa Fe.

I finally found a radio
And keepin' me wide awake.
And just when I like what I playing
That's it starts fading away.

We're stacking up miles and down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and dirty
Looking for a place to top off the
Moving on along in this little on the highway.

The cabinet doors keep swinging open each I make a left
The only way I know where I'm going is chasing the sun straight
We're stacking up miles and down the passing lane
A trucker's tan and Ray-Bans
for a place to top off the propane
Moving on along in this house on the highway.

Wheels keep rolling mountain time and the hills are all beginning to

You'll know we finally made it there when the wood is all
Well don't use the brakes, pop the clutch and shift those
It's no man's land the Rio Grande
through the sand and we're just out here

Stacking up and slowing down the passing lane
A tan and dirty Ray-Bans
Looking for a place to top off the
Moving on in this little house on the highway.
house on the highway