Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now the average American father and
Own one car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, you?
But the that amazes me I guess
Is the way we a man's success
By the of an automobile he can afford to buy

Well now, red light, green light, cop
Right turn, no turn, turn, stop
Get out the card honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the placed end to end
Would reach to the moon and back
And there'd probably be some fool out to pass

Well now, how I yearn for the good old
Without that carbon monoxide
over the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord made the moon and stars
Would meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born with a space

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

Come away with me
In my smoking, automobile