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

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