Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

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

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

Now I got racin' and dual pipes
And got a Ford
Got a with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll fail
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I on down to granny low
And I made a right turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went through the corn
Well, the blew
And the kernels
And it looked like yella
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Well, we went screamin' the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the hills and down the
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a of comic-style thought balloons.]

out, now. Here he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that fella the banjo.)

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

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

Got four on the floor and four in the air on one, didn't we?

Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.

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

Well, Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
His rig was of lead
He was mired in feet of mud
So he ahead
I up onto the blacktop
Went crashin' on the rail
alive! I had twenty-five more
on my tail!

Now I had racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey had a
Had a with a four pot carb, you know
But stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
Settin' out a' the jail