Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Rod Lincoln

My pappy
"Son, you're gonna drive me to
If you don't drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you the story of the hotrod race
Where the and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm to say
I was drivin' model A

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

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

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

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

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

Wound it up to a and ten
My speedometer said I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the
all there is and there ain't no more

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

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

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

Had flames comin' from outta the
Feel the tension, man, 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 started to
I looked in the mirror, a red light was
The cops was after my Hot Rod

They me and they put me in jail
And called my to throw my bail
He said, "Son, you're to drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' Hot Rod Lincoln"