Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Yellow Car

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

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

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

There's the seat where 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

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

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 I was driving my old yellow car
God, I wish I was my old yellow car