Luyện nghe bài hát Mashin' On The Motorway

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

Hey there, who me? Just friendly neighborhood speed demon

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

Sorry about that, see 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 flying like Knight Rider, they're to keep up
With their grandma outside, on the
Maybe their steel belted radials expired, maybe they're
Maybe their odometer needs to be 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
gonna give you your scene with the chance to take it now

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

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