Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the
Had a with a four-wheel drive
And on my tail.

Well, he me up at exit 12
On the I-six-eighty
I was 67 per
When I rumbled through his
He commenced to whirl his flashin'
And he made his wail
I slipped on to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

Now I got racin' stripes and pipes
And got a Ford
Got a mill a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on down to low
And I made a right turn
My big ol' fat tires
Went slashin' the corn
Well, the blew
And the kernels
And it looked yella hail
Just cookin' in a four-wheel drive
Smokey on my tail

Well, we went through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

a series of comic-style thought balloons.]

Look out, now. he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit that fella the banjo.)

We gonna swim this here now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.]

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

Gonna do a wheelie on that there mound now, Smokey.

Can you dig it,

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, we?

Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.

[Back to our rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.]

Well, that Jeep of mine Smokey whine
His rig was made of
He was mired in fourteen of mud
So he ahead
I up onto the blacktop
Went crashin' on the rail
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five
on my tail!

Now I had racin' stripes and dual
And Smokey had a
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
Settin' out back a' the