Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

Well, if one of the millions who own one of them
Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, belching
Four wheeled buggies from 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 it's I said me a few choice words
All about that automobile
A metal box with the wheel
The end result to the of Henry Ford

Well, I've got a car that's alone
That me and the company own
A made pile of manufactured grief
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring
I'm a-changing a in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a

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

Well, you can get a stereo and a color 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 of time
This thousand dollar car of mine
fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

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

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

Well now, red light, green light, cop
Right turn, no turn, must turn,
Get out the credit card honey, out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
Would reach to the moon and 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 that 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 wish that you see
What your horseless carriage has become
Well, it seems your to man
To say the least, got a out of hand
Well, Mr. Ford, what have you done

Come away me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile