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, belching
Four wheeled from Detroit City, then pay attention
I'm about to sing your son

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

Well, I've got a car that's mine
That me and the finance own
A ready made pile of grief
And if I out of gas in the pouring rain
I'm a-changing a flat in a
I once spent three days on a cloverleaf

Well, it ain't the smoke and the traffic jam
makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four wheel is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and and fluids and grease
And and tires and anti-freeze
And accessories, well honey that's something else

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

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

Now the average American and mother
Own one whole car and half
And I bet that 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 of an automobile he can afford to buy

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

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

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

away with me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile