Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Down the 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 ramp
I was 67 per
When I rumbled through his
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he made his wail
I on down to four-wheel drive
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a
Got a with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
a rig that'll never fail
Got a with 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 like yella hail
Just alive in a four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

Well, we went screamin' the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and crud and
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Up the hills and down the
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 fella with the banjo.)

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

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might haveta 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. 'Bout ta my shocks.

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

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

Now I had racin' stripes and pipes
And had a Ford
Had a mill a four pot carb, you know
But stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
out back a' the jail