Luyện nghe bài hát Truckload of Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, the truckload of art, burning near the highway
Precious are scattered all over the ground
A terrible sight if a person to see it
But there nobody around