Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' down the

There nothin' in my mirror
a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you
When some ole trucker's heart broke
Yeah, a trucker's heart gets

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

Ten miles Nashville
I was doin' a and one
boy pulled me over
He "Where's the fire 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 them big wheels of
Gonna rub her off my
Well I'm a junkie
And I need old white line

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So I on down to Memphis,
I had nothin' to loose
to hear some rock n' roll
But all played was blues
I didn't wanna no blues

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

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

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