Luyện nghe bài hát Mashin' On The Motorway

He just wanted us to call him Da
He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that

Hey there, who me? your friendly neighborhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the car
'Til there ain't no left
Enough cars go by with dust flyin' around to make you cry
Back down and choke half-near to death, I'm left

Sorry that, see like you I push the bucket
I like to burn big, like, gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live
So I tell them move over, this road ain't big for you

I'm like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up
With grandma outside, on the side
Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're
Maybe their needs to be rewired or somethin'

My bad
Can you believe some of the drivers, they let out on the road

See, things slows down, you're gonna find that clown
Who's gonna you your scene with the chance to take it now

So much hostility, y'all keep checking your rear windows
you'll catch me passing, mashed

Cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em, cut 'em off
Cut 'em, cut 'em, 'em, cut 'em off, cut, cut
Cut 'em, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut 'em, cut, cut, cut 'em
Cut 'em off in