Luyện nghe bài hát More Trucks Than Cars

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

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

Well, I've been there on the concrete of them big city
In my Ford truck, jam in the town square
Told my buddies living up there, good
Meanwhile in Tennessee we're raising our babies and our own green beans
Kicking up dust, come on down 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 back again
And that our boys come home alive
And when Old flies, we still hold our hands over our hearts
Where there's more trucks cars.

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