Luyện nghe bài hát Shade Tree Mechanic

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

Everybody him Greasy but his real name was Bert
At that's what it said on his blue Sonoko shirt
He a Maytag full of Millers in the shade of a cottonwood
Lord, he loved to pop a top just like he loved to pop a

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

Old Greasy died one mornin' 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 the wheel
And sent him off to in a Goodyear Bonneville

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

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

Take it easy,