Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the railroad tracks of
the hills and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a drive
And on my tail.

Well, he picked me up at 12
On the ramp
I was 67 per
When I through his trap
He to whirl his flashin' lights
And he made his siren
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 stroked and bored
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
And on my tail

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I a hard right turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went through the corn
Well, the blew
And the flew
And it looked like yella
Just cookin' alive in a drive
With Smokey on my

Well, we went through the valley
Where the flows
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the grows
the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the and down the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a series of thought balloons.]

out, now. Here he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that fella the banjo.)

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

Yard and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might haveta out.

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

Can you dig it,

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

Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.

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

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

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