Luyện nghe bài hát Car Full Of Pain

I me an auto, an '81 Ford Escort Wagon
Now the fan it be and the tail-pipe it be draggin'
I feel like a schlemiel, my fit for hangin'
I got to go to Rust Check , 'bout the I'll be hagglin'
I can't drive it home the muffler it be saggin'
Got a car full of

Satan's is my engine, Beelzebub's in my
Mephistopheles' at the wheel because I'm too gosh darn
my passenger and Lucifer's beside him
A demon's in the coolant, I got bats in the
This Escort an exorcism, Pan is to blame
Got a car of pain

I put a in my tank, I let a champ spark my gas
Now I a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass
I think the seats are (Oh, no)
play us some blues on that harp
Blind Trevor!
[Insert cool harmonica solo here]

Please, please mister, take your blessed
out this demon horde and replace the brimstone stench
With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled
worship you oh Speedy man, Mister Goodwrench even more
Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh God, let it run

And now it purrs just a kitten, it roars just like a lion (Roar!? What?)
I purrs just like a temple golden carved by the
comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?
Four bucks, you piece of slime, you smell and you suck
Your father was a jackal, mom's his sister's bitch
Got a car full of

Yeah I got a car of pain
I got a car of pain
I got a car of pain
Got a car full of
I got a car of pain
I got a car of pain
Car full of, car full of, car full of
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