Luyện nghe bài hát My Chevrolet

It had a 327 and a 4 on the
It was built back in '64
Red bucket seats, she was all mine
Yeah, she was one of a

called shot gun and the boys piled in
We young, we were innocent, we were guilty as sin
And every Friday night we'd make our get away in my

Big yellow on a country road and night moves on the stereo
The windows down and the of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
If that Chevy could talk the stories she'd
broken hearts and love and raising hell
Yeah, it was summertime, man those the days in my Chevrolet

Yeah, was an angel, she was my first love
Steaming up the windows and getting all up
Stumbling round in the darkness trying to our way, hey, hey

At the movies, parked way up at the back
I couldn't tell you what was playing, I didn't nothing about that
But after that we'd hit the
And down by the lake in my Chevrolet

Big yellow on a country road and night moves on the stereo
The down and the smell of fresh cut hay, hey, hey
If that Chevy talk the stories she'd tell
About broken hearts and and raising hell
Yeah, it was summertime, man those were the days in my
Oh

May 28th, day we set out to see the USA
We got as far as Smith Lake
Yeah, but that's okay in my

Oh yeah, in my
We were rolling away in my
were the days, yeah, in my Chevrolet
Oh, oh yeah, we were rolling