Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Yellow Car

She weren't much to at, she weren't much to ride
She was missing a window on her passenger
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 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 run on desire alone
That old car would be driving me home

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

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

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