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

 A couple of guys in first class on a 
  New York to Los Angeles
 Kinda making small  killin' time
 Flirting with the  attendants
 Thirty thousand feet  could be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of  cornfields and wheat farms
 Man, it  looks the same
 Miles and  of back roads and highways
 Connecting  towns with funny names
 Who'd want to live  there, in the middle of nowhere
 
 They've never drove through 
  the man who plowed that earth
 Planted that seed, busted  ass for you and me
  caught a harvest moon in Kansas
 They'd  why God made
 Those fly  states
 
  bet that mile long Santa Fe
 Freight train  seen it all
 Just  that flatbed cowboy
 Stacking US Steel on a  day haul
 Roads and rails under  feet
 Yeah,  sounds like a first class seat
 
 On the plains of 
 With a windshield  in your eyes
 Like a watercolored  sky
 You'll think heavens  have opened
 You'll  why God made
 Those  over states
 
  a ride across the badlands
  that freedom on your face
 Breathe in all that  space
  a girl from Amarillo
 You'll understand why God 
 You might  wanna plant your stakes
  those fly over states
 
  you ever been through Indiana
 On the  of Oklahoma
 Take a