Luyện nghe bài hát Uncle Pete

My Uncle was a trucker
Riding that Plain
Ten split and an overdrive
Chrome stacks shooting out

throw me up into the cab
My hands would grip the wheel
I would dream the day
I drive that rig for real

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the
Ten years old and ten feet tall, goodbye to
The next door
Rolling, rolling, today I'm the of my street,
I got my rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle
As I drive off with Pete

Heading west on one
My eyes are to the road
The always in my hand
"Little Buddy" that's my

We pull Micks for a pie and chips
Not a brussel sprout in
Some to spin as we listen to
Slim Then we drive into the

If I had one I'd wanna be,
If I had one I'd wanna be,
If I had one wish I'd wanna be my Uncle Pete