Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of
Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, belching
Four buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention
I'm to sing your song son

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

Well, I've got a car that's alone
me and the finance company own
A made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the rain
I'm a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days 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 and fluids and grease
And wires and and anti-freeze
And them accessories, well honey that's something

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

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

Now the average American father and
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 a man's success
By the kind of an he can afford to buy

Well now, red light, light, traffic cop
turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the card honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
Would reach to the moon and back
And probably be some fool pull out to pass

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

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

Come with me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile