Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

Well, I'm not a man judge
To bear ill-will and a grudge
But I think it's time I me a few choice words
All about that demon
A metal box with the wheel
The end to the dream of Henry Ford

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

Well, it ain't just the smoke and the jam
That me the bitter fool I am
But this four buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and
And and tires 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 a month, like you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a period of
This four thousand dollar car of
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 little out of
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, what you done

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

now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn,
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 there'd probably be fool pull out to pass

Well now, how I yearn for the good old
Without carbon monoxide haze
over the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord made the moon 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 wish that you could see
What simple horseless 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, choking