Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Yellow Car

She weren't much to look at, she much to ride
She was a window on her passenger side
The floorboard was up with paper and tar
But I really was in my old yellow car

An American boy his hands on the wheel
Of a that was made of American steel
Though the seats had the smell of a cigar
I was something in my old yellow car

Somewhere in a pile of and steel
There's a rusty old shell
And if engines could run on alone
That old car would be driving me home

There's the seat where poor Billy threw up on his
And where Larry and Sally no longer wait
was no road too winding and nowhere too far
With two bucks of gas and my old car

Somewhere in a of rubber and steel
a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on alone
That old yellow car would be me home

a look at me now throwing money around
I'm paying somebody to me downtown
Got a Mercedes Benz a TV and bar
And, God, I wish I was my old yellow car
God, I wish I was my old yellow car