Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

Well, I'm not a man appointed
To bear ill-will and hold a
But I think it's I said me a few choice words
All that demon automobile
A box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to the dream of Ford

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

Well, it just the smoke and the traffic jam
makes me the bitter fool I am
But this wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and and fluids and grease
And and tires and anti-freeze
And them accessories, well honey that's else

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

Well, now 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, Mr. Ford, what have you done

Now the average American and mother
Own one car and half another
And I bet half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
But the thing amazes me I guess
Is the way we measure a man's
By the kind of an automobile he can to buy

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

now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without that carbon haze
A-hanging over the roar of the
Well, if the that made the moon and stars
Would meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born with a space

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

Come with me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile