Luyện nghe bài hát Speedball Tucker

I drive a down rig on 'May-Pop' tires
Forty of overload
A lot of people say I'm crazy
I don't know how to take it slow

I got a on the throttle
I got her opened up and right down
Nonstop to Dallas
Poppin' them West turn-arounds

And they me Speedball
Tucker
Terror of the
And all them truckers
Will you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig that

You know the may blow
The snow may
And the turnpikes, they may
But they bother ol' Speedball
He goin' any damn way he

He got a on the throttle
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin'
With a cupful of cold coffee
And a pocketful of West Coast

And they call me
Tucker
Terror of the
And all them other
Will tell you the boy is mad
To be in a rig like that

One day I looked into my rear mirror
And a-comin' up behind
There was a Georgia policeman
And a dollar fine

Well, he me in the eye as he was writin' me up
And said, "Driver, you've flyin'
And ninety five was the you were on
It was not the limit sign"

And call me Speedball
Speedball
of the highways
And all them truckers
Will you that the boy is mad
To be in a rig like that

Yeah, they call me
Tucker
Terror of the
And all other truckers
Will you that the boy is mad
To be in a rig like that