Luyện nghe bài hát Mashin' On The Motorway

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

Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed

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

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

I'm flying like Knight Rider, they're to keep up
their grandma outside, on the side
Maybe their steel belted expired, maybe they're tired
Maybe their odometer needs to be or somethin'

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

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

So much hostility, y'all just keep 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