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

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

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

Well, it just the smoke and the traffic jam
That makes me the bitter I am
But four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and and grease
And and tires and anti-freeze
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, like you do rent
Well, I figured it up and a period of time
four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand and ninety-nine cents

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

Now the American father and mother
Own one car and half another
And I bet that half a car is a to buy, don't you?
But the thing that amazes me I
Is the way we measure a success
By the of an automobile he can afford to buy

now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
Would reach to the moon and 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 the roar of the interstate
Well, if the that made the moon and stars
Would meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen we was all born with a parking space

Lord Mr. Ford, I wish that you could see
What your 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

away with me Lucille
In my smoking, choking