Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
Where the flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the railroad of Persia
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 I-six-eighty
I was 67 per
When I rumbled his trap
He commenced to his flashin' lights
And he made his wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you
But Smokey's and bored
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 down to low
And I a hard right turn
My big ol' fat tires
slashin' through the corn
Well, the blew
And the kernels
And it like yella hail
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel
Smokey on my tail

Well, we went through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Up the hills and down the
My CJ-5 with drive
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 creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

haveta winch out.

Gonna do a wheelie on 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. 'Bout ta my shocks.

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

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

Now I had racin' stripes and pipes
And Smokey had a
Had a mill a four 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