🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fly Over States - Jason Aldean

 A  of guys in first class on a flight
  New York to Los Angeles
  making small talk killin' time
 Flirting  the flight attendants
 Thirty  feet above, could be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of square cornfields  wheat farms
 Man,  all looks the same
 Miles and miles of back roads and 
 Connecting little towns with  names
 Who'd want to live down there, in the middle of 
 
  never drove through Indiana
 Met the man who plowed  earth
 Planted  seed, busted his ass for you and me
 Or caught a harvest  in Kansas
 They'd understand why God 
 Those  over states
 
  bet that mile long Santa Fe
 Freight train engineer's seen it 
 Just like  flatbed cowboy
 Stacking US Steel on  three day haul
 Roads and rails under  feet
 Yeah, that  like a first class seat
 
  the plains of Oklahoma
 With a windshield  in your eyes
  a watercolored painted sky
 You'll think heavens doors  opened
 You'll understand  God made
 Those fly over 
 
 Take a ride across the 
 Feel that freedom on your 
 Breathe in all  open space
 Meet a  from Amarillo
 You'll  why God made
 You might even wanna  your stakes
  those fly over states
 
 Have you ever been through 
 On the  of Oklahoma
  a ride