Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the grows
the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the and up the dale
Had a with a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he picked me up at 12
On the ramp
I was 67 per
When I rumbled through his
He to whirl his flashin' lights
And he made his siren
I slipped on down to drive
With on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and dual
And got a Ford
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 never
Got a with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on down to low
And I made a right turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went slashin' through the
Well, the tassels
And the flew
And it looked yella hail
Just alive in a four-wheel drive
With on my tail

Well, we went through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Up the and down the dales
My CJ-5 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 here creek now, Smokey. "crick", of course.]

Yard and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

Might winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

Got on the floor 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 of wailing sirens.]

Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine
His rig was of lead
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' and dual pipes
And had a Ford
Had a mill with a pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
Settin' out a' the jail