Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

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

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

Well, it ain't just the and the traffic jam
That me the bitter fool I am
But this four buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and and fluids and grease
And wires and and anti-freeze
And them accessories, honey 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, you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a period of
This four dollar car of mine
fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you see
your 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

Now the average American and mother
Own one whole car and half
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, you?
But the thing that 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, turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
Would reach to the and back again
And there'd probably be fool pull out to pass

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

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

Come away me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile