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 wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay
I'm about to your song son

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

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

Well, it ain't just the and the traffic jam
makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four wheel buggy is me to death
For gas and oils and and grease
And wires and and anti-freeze
And them accessories, well that's something else

Well, you can get a stereo tape and a TV
Get a backseat bar and reclining
And just pay once a month, like you do your
Well, I it up and over a period of time
four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and cents

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 out of hand
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what have you

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

Well now, red light, green light, 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
reach to the moon and back again
And there'd probably be some pull out to pass

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

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

Come away with me
In my smoking, automobile