Luyện nghe bài hát Shade Tree Mechanic

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

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

He was the world's greatest shade tree
He fixed outboards, and toasters and worn out winter fans
No job was too big on the
For the world's greatest tree 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 in the trunk and him behind the wheel
And him off to heaven in a Goodyear Bonneville

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

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

Take it easy,