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 Detroit City, then pay
I'm about to sing song son

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

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

Well, it ain't the smoke 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 tape and a TV
Get a backseat bar and seats
And just pay once a month, you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and a period of time
This four thousand car of mine
Costs thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

Well, now Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has
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 father and mother
Own one whole car and another
And I bet that half a car is a trick to buy, you?
But the thing that amazes me I
Is the way we measure a success
By the kind of an he can afford to buy

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

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

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

Come with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking