Luyện nghe bài hát International Harvester

Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive married 10 years to the farmers daughter
Im a God fearin, hard workin combine
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my International

3 miles of cars on their horns
on deaf ears of corn
Lined up behind me like a big
Off late to work, road jerks
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 been no bumper

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

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

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

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

'Cause Im the son of a 3rd farmer
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 lot of hay for a pay

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

Im a God fearin, hard workin driver
Hoggin up the road on my
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my Harvester