Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

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

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

Well, it ain't just the smoke and the jam
makes me the bitter fool 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, well that's something else

Well, you can get a stereo and a color TV
Get a backseat bar and seats
And just pay once a month, like you do rent
Well, I figured it up and over a of time
This four dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine

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

Now the average American 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 man's
By the of an automobile he can afford to buy

Well now, red light, green light, cop
turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the credit honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the placed end to end
reach to the moon and back again
And probably be some fool pull out to pass

Well now, how I yearn for the good old
that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the of the interstate
Well, if the Lord made the moon and stars
have meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking

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

away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking