Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
Where the flows
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the railroad tracks of
the hills and up the dale
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
When I rumbled through his
He to whirl his flashin' lights
And he made his wail
I slipped on down to drive
With Smokey on my

Now I got stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a
Got a with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

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

Well, we went screamin' through the
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the and down the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a series of comic-style balloons.]

Look out, now. he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that fella the banjo.)

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

Yard and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

Might haveta out.

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

Can you dig it,

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

Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta my shocks.

[Back to our rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.]

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

Now I had racin' stripes and dual
And Smokey had a
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig never fail
Got a with a four-wheel drive
Settin' out a' the jail