Luyện nghe bài hát Pothole Blues

Well I was driving work one Wednesday mornin',
Heading on my way to town,
all at once, without warnin',
Someone away the ground.

I hit a
one I've seen.
I hit
gonna believe,

Well it was six wide,
And two deep:
nightmare,
A front-end man's dream.

my car said "Ow, what was that?"
Both the front went dead flat.
I pulled and joined the crowd—
there nineteen other cars all broke down.

We hit the
one we'd seen.
I hit
Who's believe,

But it was six wide,
And two deep:
nightmare,
A front-end man's dream.

Well, I don't these city roads,
With all dips and heaves and holes,
But if I want to run some course,
I'd join the or the air force.

Oh, I never did to work that mornin',
The is I up and quit.
Hallelujah, I found my
And I get enough of it.

Now I fix the
one I see,
I fix the
Who's believe,

Well there's too wide and nothing too deep,
All you commuters can in peace,
But the sweetest of this crazy dream,
Is all those front-end men scream.