Luyện nghe bài hát More Trucks Than Cars

Out here on the of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
Pretty girl at the bank and the fella toppin' off your tank knows your name
Water tower, power lines, swimming holes rusty old RC cola
And county fairs, raise your hands up if you've been

Where there's biscuits, grits and and the waitress calls you baby
And the like a streetlight on a summer night.
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come back
And pray that our boys come home
And when Old Glory flies, we still our hands over our hearts
Where there's more than cars.

Well, I've been there on the concrete of big city streets
In my Ford truck, jam in the town square
Told my buddies living up there, good
Meanwhile back in Tennessee we're raising our babies and our own beans
Kicking up dust, on down when you had enough

there's biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
And the starlight's like a on a summer night.
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all come again
And pray our boys come home alive
And Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there's trucks than cars.

Where biscuits, grits and gravy, your pretty waitress calls you baby
And the starlight's a streetlight on a summer night.
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y'all back again
And pray that our boys home alive
And when Old Glory flies, we still hold our hands our hearts
Where more trucks than cars.
there's more trucks than cars.