Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Yellow Car

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

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

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

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

Somewhere in a pile of rubber and
There's a rusty old shell of an
And if engines run on desires alone
old yellow car would be driving me home

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