Luyện nghe bài hát Shade Tree Mechanic

Well, his house was nothin' more a big junkyard
A retirement home for old lawnmowers and blocked up rusty cars
He couldn't read or a word and he stu-stuttered when he spoke
But he was Albert Einstein when it to them nuts and bolts

Everybody called him Greasy but his real was Bert
At least what it said on his blue Sonoko shirt
He kept a Maytag full of in the shade of a cottonwood
Lord, he to pop a top just like he loved to pop a hood

He was the greatest shade tree mechanic
He fixed outboards, cars and toasters and worn out winter
No job was too big on the
For the world's greatest shade mechanic

Old Greasy one mornin' a-doin' what he loved best
He didn't have him no will but we all his last request
So we put his toolbox in the trunk and him behind the
And sent him off to in a Goodyear Bonneville

He was the greatest shade tree mechanic
He fixed outboards, cars and toasters and worn out fans
No job was too big on the
For the greatest shade tree mechanic

Now, when he wasn't in his hammock
He was the greatest tree mechanic

it easy, Greasy