Luyện nghe bài hát Truckload of Art

Once a time, sometime ago
Back on the East coast in New York City, to be
A bunch of artists and painters and 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 together and
They would show those snotty upstarts
A or two about the Big Apple

And hired themselves a truck
It was a big, spanking new white-shiny cab-over
Peterbilt with mud flaps, stereo, TV, AM and FM
Leather seats and a sleeper

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

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

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

Yeah, the of art, it's burning near the highway
Precious are scattered all over the ground
And it's a terrible sight if a were to see it
But there nobody around

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

Yeah, the truckload of art, burning near the highway
Precious objects are all over the ground
And it's a terrible if a person were to see it
But there nobody around

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

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

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

Yeah, the truckload of art, it's burning the highway
Precious objects are scattered all the ground
A sight if a person were to see it
But there nobody around