Luyện nghe bài hát Pothole Blues

Well I was driving work one Wednesday mornin',
south on my way to town,
When all at once, warnin',
Someone away the ground.

I hit a
Biggest one seen.
I hit
gonna believe,

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

Well my car said "Ow, was that?"
Both the front went dead flat.
I pulled over and the crowd—
there were 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 sweet dream.

Well, I don't mind city roads,
all their 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 my calling'
And I can't get of it.

Now I fix the
one I see,
I fix the
gonna believe,

Well none too wide and nothing too deep,
All you commuters can in peace,
But the sweetest of this crazy dream,
Is making all front-end men scream.