Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Down the hills and up the
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
And on my tail.

Well, he picked me up at 12
On the I-six-eighty
I was 67 per
I rumbled through his trap
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he made his siren
I slipped on down to four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' and dual pipes
And got a Ford
Got a with a four pot carb, you know
But stroked and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And on my tail

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I made a hard turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went slashin' through the
Well, the blew
And the flew
And it looked yella hail
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel
With on my tail

Well, we went screamin' the valley
Where the flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the hills and the dales
My with four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

a series of comic-style thought balloons.]

Look out, now. he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that fella the banjo.)

We gonna swim this here now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

haveta winch out.

Gonna do a wheelie on there gopher mound now, Smokey.

Can you dig it,

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, we?

Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta my shocks.

[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the of wailing sirens.]

Well, that Jeep of mine Smokey whine
His rig was of lead
He was mired in fourteen of mud
So he radioed
I pulled up the blacktop
crashin' on through the rail
Sakes alive! I had more
on my tail!

Now I had racin' and dual pipes
And had a Ford
Had a mill a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
Settin' out back a' the