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, smoke
Four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, pay attention
I'm to sing your song 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 of Henry Ford

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

Well, it just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter I am
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to
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 bar and reclining seats
And just pay once a month, you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a of time
This four dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and cents

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

Now the average American 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 a man's success
By the kind of an automobile he can to buy

Well now, red light, light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, turn, stop
Get out the credit 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 be some fool pull out to pass

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

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

Come away with me
In my smoking, choking