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
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the
Had a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he me up at exit 12
On the ramp
I was 67 per
I rumbled through his trap
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he made his wail
I on down to four-wheel drive
Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and dual
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 Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I on down to granny low
And I a hard right turn
My big ol' fat tires
slashin' through the corn
Well, the blew
And the kernels
And it looked yella hail
Just alive in a four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

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 hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a series of comic-style balloons.]

out, now. Here 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.]

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

haveta winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, we?

gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.

[Back to our rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.]

Well, that Jeep of mine made whine
His rig was of lead
He was mired in fourteen of mud
So he ahead
I up onto the blacktop
Went crashin' on 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 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