Luyện nghe bài hát Hot Rod Lincoln

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

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

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really up
That a model a body makes it like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and 'em all
Got overdrive, just stall

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

Pulled out of San late one night
And the moon and the stars were shining
We was drivin' up Hill
cars like they was standing still

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

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

it up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer that I hit top end
My foot was like lead to the floor
That's all is and there ain't no more

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

Took a corner, side a truck
my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guard posts
The guy me was white as a ghost

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

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

Now all of the sudden she started to
And down in a she started to rockin'
I in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
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, gonna to drive me to drinkin'
If you stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"