Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

Well I've a Sunday driver noo for many's a happy year
And I've never had my Minor oot o' second gear
I can drive at fifty miles an hour on or track
With me wife up front me and her mother in the back

was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy
And her sister's Granny and of her chums
And Auntie

In a crowd of fifty trippers you can pick me oot
By my "Don't blame me, I Tory" sticker on the boot
Wi' my of heather stickin' in ma radiator grille
And me transfer bullet holes and licence for tae kill

was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy
And her sister's Granny and four of her
And Peg

I've a hundred plastic for to tell you where I've been
And my steering wheel is clad in simulated
Up front fae the mirror hangs a plastic skeleton
And in the back a dog wi' eyes that off and on!

was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy
And her sister's Granny and of her chums
And May

I always drive as though my was restin' on the brake
And I weave aboot the road just so's ye overtake
I can get ye sae frustrated that finish up in tears
And the sound of blarin' motor horns is to my ears!

There was me and my daddy and my daddy's
And her sister's and four of her chums
And Liz

Now if ye wonder how these weekly trips I can
It's because I'm on a stipend from the Scottish Board
You're supposed tae the scenery, the finest of it's kind
And that is why I have a convoy behind!

was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy
And her sister's Granny and four of her
And Rose

There's no way of escaping me, no matter how ye seek
For the simple fact that I'm a traffic through the week
I'm boostin' my efficiency, and here's my master
I'm up my pennies for to buy a Caravan

was me and my daddy and my daddy's mammy
And her sister's Granny and four of her
And Auntie

There was me and my daddy and my daddy's
And her sister's and four of her chums
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