Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Hitch Hiker

Was ridin' side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy
Saw a slight distraction standin' by the
She was smilin' there, in her hair;
Do you to, I was thinkin', would you care.

hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the King.
hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my machine?

Cruisin' on through the junction, I'm flyin' 'bout the of sound,
Noticin' peculiar function, I ain't no roller show me down.
I turned away to see her, woa! she my eye,
But I was rollin' down, movin' too
Do you to, she was thinkin' can it last.

hitch-a-hiker,
We make music at the Greasy King.
hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you on my fast machine?

Was busted up along the highway, I'm the saddest ridin' alive.
Wond'ring if you're goin' in my way, won't you give a boy a ride?
Here she a ridin', lord, she's flyin' high.
But she was rollin' down, too fast;
Do you to, she was thinkin' can I last.

hitch-a-hiker,
We make music at the Greasy King.
hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you on my fast machine?

hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the King.
hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you on my fast machine?

hitch-a-hiker,
We could make music at the King.
hitch-a-hiker,
Won't you ride on my fast