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 combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my International

3 miles of layin on their horns
Fallin on deaf of corn
Lined up behind me a big parade
Off late to work, road raged
Shoutin obscene words, me the bird

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

If you like the way Im a drivin
Get on the Interstate
Otherwise sit and be nice
And yer honkin at me that way

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

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

Well, I know you got own deadlines
But cussin at me save you no time hoss
This big-wheeled, wide-load goin any faster
So smile and wave and tip your hat
To the man up on the

Im the son of a 3rd generation farmer
Ive been married 10 years to the daughter
I got two boys in the 4-H
Im a lifetime of the F.F.A.
Hay, thats what I
I a lot of hay for a little 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, workin combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester