Luyện nghe bài hát Shade Tree Mechanic

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

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

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

Old died 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 and him behind the wheel
And sent him off to in a Goodyear Bonneville

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

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

Take it easy,