Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is screamin' the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the grows
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the
Had a with a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he me up at exit 12
On the I-six-eighty
I was 67 per
When I rumbled through his
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he made his wail
I slipped on down to drive
With on my tail

Now I got racin' stripes and pipes
And got a Ford
Got a mill 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 with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I made a hard turn
My big ol' fat tires
Went slashin' the corn
Well, the tassels
And the kernels
And it like yella hail
Just cookin' in a four-wheel drive
Smokey on my tail

Well, we screamin' through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Up the and down the dales
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 fella with the banjo.)

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

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher 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 feet of mud
So he ahead
I pulled up onto the
Went crashin' on the rail
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five
on my tail!

Now I had racin' stripes and dual
And had a Ford
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you
But stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
Settin' out back a' the