Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Rod Lincoln

My said
"Son, you're gonna me to drinkin'
If you stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

you heard the story of the hotrod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were the pace?
That is true, I'm here to say
I was that model A

It's got a Lincoln and it's really souped up
That a model a makes it look like a pup
got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
Got overdrive, won't stall

With a four barrel carb and exhausts
With four gears, you can really get lost
Got safety but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, the fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one
And the moon and the stars shining bright
We was drivin' up Hill
Passin' cars they was standing still

All of a sudden, in the of an eye
A sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, a mark for me"
By then the lights was all you could see

Now the fellas me for being behind
So thought I'd make the Lincoln
Took my foot of the gas and man
I shoved it on down into over

it up to a hundred and ten
My said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like to the floor
That's all there is and there no more

Now the boys all that I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles like a picket fence
said, "Slow down, I see spots"
The lines on the road looked like dots

a corner, side swiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for
My was clickin' the guard rail posts
The guy beside me was white as a

Smoke was coming from of the back
When I started to gain on Cadillac
Knew I could him, I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be low on

Had comin' from outta the side
the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Look out boys, got a license to fly"
And that pulled over and let us by

Now all of the she started to knockin'
And down in a dips she to rockin'
I looked in the mirror, a red light was
The cops was after my Hot Rod

They arrested me and they put me in
And called my to throw my bail
He said, "Son, you're gonna to drive me to
If you stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"