Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

Well, if one of the millions who own one of them
Gas drinking, clinking, air polluting, smoke belching
Four wheeled from Detroit City, then pay attention
I'm about to sing your son

Well, I'm not a man judge
To ill-will and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice
All about demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass
The end result to the dream of Ford

Well, got a car that's mine alone
me and the finance company own
A ready pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring
I'm a-changing a flat in a
I once spent days lost on a cloverleaf

Well, it ain't just the and the traffic jam
makes me the bitter fool I am
But four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and
And wires and tires and
And them accessories, well honey that's else

Well, you can get a stereo and a color TV
Get a backseat bar and reclining
And pay once a month, like you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a of time
four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine

Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you see
What your simple horseless has become
Well, it seems contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you

Now the American father and mother
Own one whole car and another
And I bet half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
But the thing that amazes me I
Is the way we measure a success
By the kind of an he can afford to buy

Well now, red light, light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn,
Get out the credit card honey, out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some pull out to pass

now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that monoxide haze
over the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord that made the and stars
Would have meant for me and you to cars
He'd have that we was all born with a parking space

Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has
Well, it seems your to man
To say the least, got a little out of
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what you done

away with me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile