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

 A couple of guys  first class on a flight
 From New York  Los Angeles
 Kinda making small talk killin' 
  with the flight attendants
 Thirty thousand feet above,  be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat 
 Man, it all looks the 
 Miles and miles of back roads  highways
 Connecting little  with funny names
 Who'd  to live down there, in the middle of nowhere
 
 They've never drove through 
 Met the man who  that earth
  that seed, busted his ass for you and me
 Or caught a harvest moon in 
 They'd understand  God made
  fly over states
 
 I bet that mile long  Fe
 Freight train  seen it all
 Just like that  cowboy
 Stacking US Steel on a  day haul
 Roads  rails under their feet
 Yeah,  sounds like a first class seat
 
 On the plains of 
 With a windshield sunset in  eyes
 Like a watercolored painted 
 You'll think heavens doors  opened
  understand why God made
 Those fly over 
 
 Take a ride  the badlands
 Feel that freedom on  face
 Breathe in all that open 
 Meet a  from Amarillo
 You'll understand why  made
 You might even wanna plant your 
 In  fly over states
 
 Have you  been through Indiana
 On the plains of 
 Take a