Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
Where the flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad 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
When I rumbled through his
He commenced to whirl his lights
And he made his wail
I slipped on 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 pot carb, you know
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I made a right turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went slashin' through the
Well, the tassels
And the kernels
And it like yella hail
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel
With Smokey on my

Well, we went screamin' the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Up the hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a of comic-style thought balloons.]

out, now. Here 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.]

Yard wide and a deep.

"Nishnabota River", call it.

haveta winch 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. 'Bout ta my shocks.

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

Well, that Jeep of mine made whine
His rig was made of
He was in fourteen feet of mud
So he radioed
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 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 never
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
Settin' out a' the jail