Luyện nghe bài hát Truckload of Art

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

All started feeling real superior to ego counterparts
Out on the Coast
So all got together and decided
They show those snotty surfer upstarts
A thing or two about the Big

And they hired a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny chrome-plated
Peterbilt mud flaps, stereo, TV, AM and FM radio
Leather seats and a sleeper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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