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 to sing your song son

Well, I'm not a man judge
To bear ill-will and hold a
But I think it's I said me a few choice words
All about demon automobile
A metal box the polyglass wheel
The end result to the of Henry Ford

Well, I've got a car that's mine
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 flat in a
I once spent three days lost on a

Well, it ain't the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter I am
But this wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and
And wires and tires and
And them accessories, honey that's something else

Well, you can get a stereo tape and a TV
Get a backseat bar and seats
And just pay a month, like you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a of time
This four 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 carriage has become
Well, it your contribution to man
To say the least, got a out of hand
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, have you done

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

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

Well now, how I for the good old days
that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord that made the and stars
Would have meant for me and you to cars
He'd have seen 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 your contribution to man
To say the least, got a out of hand
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, have you done

Come away me Lucille
In my smoking, choking