Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of
Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke
Four wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay
I'm about to sing song son

Well, I'm not a man judge
To bear and hold a grudge
But I think it's time I said me a few choice
All about demon automobile
A metal box with the wheel
The end result to the dream of Henry

Well, I've got a car mine alone
That me and the company own
A ready made pile of manufactured
And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring
I'm a-changing a in a hurricane
I spent three days lost on a cloverleaf

Well, it ain't the smoke and the traffic jam
That me the bitter fool I am
But this wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and and grease
And wires and tires and
And them accessories, well honey something else

Well, you can get a tape and a color TV
Get a backseat bar and seats
And just pay a month, like you do your rent
Well, I figured it up and over a period of
This four thousand dollar car of
fourteen thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents

Well, now Lord Mr. Ford, I wish that you could see
What your simple horseless has become
Well, it seems your to man
To say the least, got a out of hand
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, have you done

Now the average father and mother
Own one car and half another
And I bet that a car is a trick to buy, don't you?
But the thing that me I guess
Is the way we measure a success
By the kind of an automobile he can to buy

Well now, red light, light, traffic cop
Right turn, no turn, turn, stop
Get out the credit card honey, out of gas
Well, now all the placed end to end
Would reach to the and back again
And there'd probably be fool pull out to pass

now, how I yearn for the good old days
Without carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging the roar of the interstate
Well, if the Lord made the moon and stars
Would meant for me and you to have cars
He'd have seen that we was all born with a parking

Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see
What your simple horseless has become
Well, it your contribution to man
To say the least, got a little out of
Well, Lord Mr. Ford, have you done

Come away with me
In my smoking, automobile