Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Junkie

A hundred of coffee,
Five cigarettes
A thousand of highway
And I ain't her yet
But I on movin',
I movin' down the line

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

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

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

I said man ain't no fire
I'm runnin' from a flame
So go on an your ticket, man,
But I the one to blame
That judge tried to rob me blind

But them big wheels of
Gonna rub her off my
I'm a highway junkie
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 played was
I didn't wanna no blues

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

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

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