Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A thousand of highway
And I forgot her yet
But I on movin',
I movin' down the line

There ain't nothin' in my
Just a cloud of and smoke
do you expect
When some ole trucker's heart gets
Yeah, a trucker's heart gets

But them big of rubber
Gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie
And I that old white line

Ten miles Nashville
I was doin' a and one
boy pulled me over
He said "Where's the son?"
Said "Where's the son?"

I man there ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me

But big wheels of rubber
rub her off my mind
Well I'm a junkie
And I that old white line

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So I rolled on to Memphis,
I had nothin' left to
Wanted to hear some rock n'
But all played was blues
I didn't wanna hear no

So I went to call up
But Roger grabbed the phone
He said drive eighteen wheeler boy
the king of the road
Said I was the of the road

But them big of rubber
Gonna rub her off my
Well I'm a junkie
And I need that old line

I said I'm a junkie, man,
And I that old white line...