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

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