Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

Well, I'm not a man judge
To bear and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I me a few choice words
All about that automobile
A box with the polyglass wheel
The end to the dream of Henry Ford

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 flat in a
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 buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and and fluids and grease
And wires and tires and
And them accessories, well honey that's something

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 a period of time
This four dollar car of mine
fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I wish that you could see
What your simple horseless carriage has
Well, it seems contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of
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 that amazes me I
Is the way we measure a success
By the kind of an he can afford to buy

Well now, red light, green light, cop
turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the card honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the placed 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 old days
Without that carbon monoxide
A-hanging over the roar of the
Well, if the that made the moon and stars
Would have meant for me and you to cars
He'd have seen that we was all with a parking space

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

Come away me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile