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

 A  of guys in first class on a flight
 From New York to Los 
 Kinda making  talk killin' time
 Flirting with the flight 
  thousand feet above, could be Oklahoma
 
 Just a bunch  square cornfields and wheat farms
 Man, it all looks  same
 Miles and miles of back  and highways
  little towns with funny names
 Who'd want to live down there, in the middle  nowhere
 
 They've  drove through Indiana
 Met the man who  that earth
 Planted that seed,  his ass for you and me
 Or caught  harvest moon in Kansas
  understand why God made
 Those  over states
 
 I bet that mile  Santa Fe
 Freight train engineer's  it all
 Just like  flatbed cowboy
 Stacking US  on a three day haul
 Roads  rails under their feet
 Yeah,  sounds like a first class seat
 
 On  plains of Oklahoma
 With a windshield sunset in your 
 Like a watercolored painted 
 You'll think heavens doors have 
 You'll understand  God made
  fly over states
 
 Take a  across the badlands
 Feel that freedom  your face
 Breathe in all  open space
  a girl from Amarillo
  understand why God made
 You  even wanna plant your stakes
 In those fly over 
 
 Have you  been through Indiana
 On the plains  Oklahoma
  a ride