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 artists and painters and sculptors and
And and writers and dancers and architects

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

And they hired a truck
It was a big, new white-shiny chrome-plated cab-over
with mud flaps, stereo, TV, AM and FM radio
Leather seats and a 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 significant piles
And influential heaps of art work to be assembled in modern times

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

Hail, a of art from New York City
Came rollin' down the
Oh, the driver was 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 objects are scattered all the ground
And it's a terrible sight if a were to see it
But there weren't around

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

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

Yes, an important artwork was thrown burning to the
Tragically in the weeds
And the smoke be seen, ah, for miles all around
Yeah, but knows what it means

Yeah, the of art, it's burning near the highway
And a job for the highway patrol
Ah, soon see the smoke an' come runnin' 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 cheered is now shattered and
And their noble reviews have stewed on the road

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