Luyện nghe bài hát Speedball Tucker

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

I got a on the throttle
I got her up and head right down
Nonstop to Dallas
them West Coast turn-arounds

And they me Speedball
Speedball
of the highways
And all them other
tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like

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

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

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

One day I looked into my rear mirror
And a-comin' up from
was a Georgia State policeman
And a hundred fine

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

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

Yeah, they me Speedball
Speedball
Terror of the
And all them other
Will you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like