Luyện nghe bài hát Ramblin' Fever

My hat don't hang on the same nail too
My ears can't stand to hear the same old
I don't leave the highway enough
To bog in the mud
I've got fever in my blood

Caught this ramblin' long ago
When I heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said, I ever gave a
Man, they damn sure told you
had ramblin' fever all along

Ramblin'
The kind that can't be measured by
Ramblin'
There ain't no kind of cure for my

There's that I'd like to bed down on a sofa
And let pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early mornin' coffee
Talkin' when I'll be comin' back

But I don't let no no woman, tie me
And I never get too old to get
I want to die along the and rot away
Like some old high-line
this ramblin' fever in my soul

Ramblin'
The kind that can't be measured by
fever
There ain't no kind of cure for my

Ramblin'
Ramblin'