Luyện nghe bài hát My Old Yellow Car

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

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

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

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

Somewhere in a pile of and steel
a rusty old shell of an automobile
And if engines could run on desires
That old car would be driving me home

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