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

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