Luyện nghe bài hát Truckload of Art

Once a time, sometime ago
Back on the coast in New York City, to be exact
A bunch of artists and and sculptors and musicians
And poets and writers and and architects

All started feeling real to their ego counterparts
Out on the West
So they all got and decided
would show those snotty surfer upstarts
A or two about the Big Apple

And they themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new chrome-plated cab-over
with mud flaps, stereo, TV, AM and FM radio
Leather and a Naugahyde sleeper

All fresh with new American decals and "ART ARK"
Printed on the side of the door with twenty-four karat gold leaf type
And they filled up this truck with the most significant
And heaps of art work to ever be assembled in modern times

And it it West
To chide, cajole, and humiliate the Golden Bear
And this is the story of that truck

Hail, a truckload of art New York City
rollin' down the road
Oh, the driver was and the sunset was pretty
But the truck turned over and she rolled off the

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the
Precious objects are scattered all the ground
And it's a terrible if a person were to see it
But weren't nobody around

Yeah, the driver sailing high in the sky
Landing in the lap of the Lord
Who smiled and then said, "Son, better off dead
Than haulin' a full of hot avant-garde"

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the
Precious objects are scattered all over the
And it's a terrible if a person were to see it
But there weren't around

Yes, an artwork was thrown burning to the ground
Tragically in the weeds
And the smoke be seen, ah, for miles all around
Yeah, but nobody what it means

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning near the
And a tough job for the highway
Ah, they'll soon see the smoke an' runnin' to poke
dig a deep ditch and throw the arts in a hole

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's near the highway
And it's far out of control
And what the critics have is now shattered and queered
And their noble reviews have stewed on the road

Yeah, the truckload of art, burning near the highway
objects are scattered all over the ground
A terrible sight if a person to see it
But there weren't nobody