Luyện nghe bài hát International Harvester

Im the son of a 3rd farmer
Ive married 10 years to the farmers daughter
Im a God fearin, hard workin combine
Hoggin up the road on my
Chug-a lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester

3 miles of cars on their horns
Fallin on deaf ears of
Lined up me like a big parade
Off late to work, road raged
Shoutin words, flippin me the bird

Well, you may be on a state road
But that blacktop runs through my
me for tryin to do my job
But this year aint no bumper crop

If you dont like the way Im a
Get back on the
sit tight and be nice
And quit yer at me that way

'Cause Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive been 10 years to the farmers daughter
I got two boys in the 4-H
Im a lifetime of the F.F.A.
Hay, what I make
I make a lotta hay for a pay

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
Hoggin up the road on my a
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester

Well, I know you got your own
But cussin at me won't save you no hoss
This big-wheeled, aint goin any faster
So just and wave and tip your hat
To the man up on the

Im the son of a 3rd generation farmer
Ive been 10 years to the farmers daughter
I got two boys in the 4-H
Im a sponsor of the F.F.A.
Hay, thats I make
I make a lot of hay for a pay

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
up the road on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my International

Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my International