Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
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 flashin'
And he made his wail
I slipped on to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

Now I got stripes and dual pipes
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 never
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 through the corn
Well, the blew
And the flew
And it like yella hail
Just cookin' in a four-wheel drive
Smokey on my tail

Well, we went screamin' through the
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Up the and down the dales
My CJ-5 four-wheel 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 fella with the banjo.)

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

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might haveta out.

Gonna do a wheelie on 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. ta bust my shocks.

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

Well, that of mine made Smokey whine
His rig was made of
He was mired in fourteen of mud
So he ahead
I up onto 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 four pot carb, you
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
out back a' the jail