Luyện nghe bài hát Mashin' On The Motorway

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

Hey there, who me? your friendly neighborhood speed demon

I'm out to Nascar in a car to the last car
'Til there no cars left
Enough cars go by with enough dust flyin' around to you cry
Back and choke half-near to death, I'm going left

Sorry about that, see like you I the bucket
I like to big, like, I've 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 flying like Knight Rider, trying to keep up
With their outside, on the side
Maybe their steel radials expired, maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer to be rewired or somethin'

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

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

So much hostility, just keep checking your rear windows
Maybe you'll 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