Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
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 a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he me up at exit 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 wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel
With Smokey on my

Now I got racin' stripes and dual
And Smokey's got a
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
And on my tail

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I a hard right turn
My big ol' fat tires
Went slashin' the corn
Well, the tassels
And the kernels
And it looked like hail
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Well, we went through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Up the hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
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 this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

haveta winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

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

Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.

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

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

Now I had racin' and dual pipes
And had a Ford
Had a with 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 with a drive
Settin' out a' the jail