Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' through the
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and crud and
Where the grows
the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the
Had a CJ-5 a four-wheel 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 commenced to his flashin' lights
And he made his siren
I slipped on down to drive
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and dual
And got a Ford
Got a with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll fail
Got a with a four-wheel 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
slashin' through the corn
Well, the tassels
And the flew
And it like yella hail
cookin' alive in a four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

Well, we screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the hills and down the
My with four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

[Imagine a of comic-style thought balloons.]

Look out, now. he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that with the banjo.)

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

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

do a wheelie on that 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 of wailing sirens.]

Well, that 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 more
on my tail!

Now I had racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey had a
Had a with a four pot carb, you know
But stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll fail
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
Settin' out a' the jail