Luyện nghe bài hát Shade Tree Mechanic

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

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

Old Greasy died one mornin' what he loved best
He didn't have him no but we all knew his last request
So we put his toolbox in the and him behind the wheel
And sent him off to heaven in a Bonneville

He was the world's 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 tree mechanic

Now, when he snoozin' in his hammock
He was the greatest shade mechanic

Take it easy,