Luyện nghe bài hát Windshield Wipers In The Rain

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Davis)

4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin'
I'm not

I got the on, playin' on a station from New Orleans
An' now it's

I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it
And I'm all

Windshield wipers in the

I hear that country-western music at me, through the thunder
A of lightnin'

I hear the D.J., sayin' "Here's a little for all you truckers.
"I hope you it."

I'm gettin' my eyes are feelin' sandy
When I'm

Windshield wipers in the

I hear a freight train down
I see the headlights 'round
I an earthquake in the ground
An' then he's
An' I'm
All

Windshield in the rain

I feel a cold Wyomin' chill on me in the mornin'
I need welcome

I see a sign, says it's only fifty to where I'm going
And I it's open

I look around, wishin' you was me
But I'm

Windshield wipers in the

I see a distant neon
I turn the way up high
I wipe the lonesome from my
But I'm

Windshield wipers in the