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 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 a grudge
But I it's time I said me a few choice words
All that demon automobile
A metal box with the wheel
The end result to the dream of Ford

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

Well, it ain't just the smoke and the jam
That makes me the bitter I am
But this four buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and and grease
And wires and and anti-freeze
And them accessories, honey 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 over a period of
four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen dollars and ninety-nine cents

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

Now the average American father and
Own one whole car and another
And I bet half a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
But the thing amazes me I guess
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 reach to the and back again
And there'd be some fool pull 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 that the moon and stars
have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born a parking space

Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you see
What your 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 away with me
In my smoking, choking