Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the
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 his trap
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he his siren wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and 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
With a rig that'll fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

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

Well, we went screamin' through the
Where the flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Up the hills and down the
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 that fella the banjo.)

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

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

Gonna do a on that there 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, that Jeep of made Smokey whine
His rig was made of
He was mired in feet of mud
So he radioed
I up onto the blacktop
Went on through the rail
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five
on my tail!

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