Luyện nghe bài hát Little House On The Highway

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stacking up miles and slowing down the lane
A trucker's tan and Ray-Bans
Looking for a to top off the propane
Moving on in this little house on the highway.
Little on the highway