Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A cups of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A miles of highway
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I keep movin' the line

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

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

Ten miles outta'
I was doin' a and one
State boy me over
He said "Where's the son?"
"Where's the fire son?"

I said man there no fire
I'm runnin' from a flame
So go on an write ticket, man,
But I aint the one to
That judge tried to rob me blind

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

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So I on down to Memphis,
I had nothin' to loose
Wanted to hear rock n' roll
But all they was blues
I wanna hear no blues

So I went to up Elvis
But Miller grabbed the phone
He said that eighteen wheeler boy
You're the king of the
Said I was the king of the

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

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