Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Down the hills and up the
Had a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he me up at exit 12
On the ramp
I was 67 per
When I through his trap
He commenced to whirl his flashin'
And he his siren wail
I slipped on to four-wheel drive
With on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and pipes
And Smokey's got a
Got a mill with a 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 on my tail

Yeah, he was.

Well, I on down to granny low
And I made a hard turn
My big ol' fat tires
Went slashin' through the
Well, the blew
And the kernels
And it looked like hail
Just cookin' alive in a drive
With Smokey on my

Well, we screamin' through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with drive
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 fella with the banjo.)

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

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

Might 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 one, didn't we?

gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.

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

Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine
His rig was of lead
He was in fourteen feet of mud
So he radioed
I up onto the blacktop
Went crashin' on the rail
Sakes alive! I had 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 stroked and
Well, the race was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
Settin' out a' the jail