Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Mr. Ford

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

Well, I'm not a man judge
To bear ill-will and hold a
But I it's time I said me a few choice words
All that demon automobile
A metal box with the wheel
The end result to the dream of Ford

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

Well, it ain't just the and the traffic jam
That makes me the fool I am
But this four wheel buggy is a-dollaring me to
For gas and and fluids and grease
And and tires and anti-freeze
And them accessories, well honey that's something

Well, you can get a stereo tape and a TV
Get a backseat bar and seats
And just pay once a month, like you do rent
Well, I figured it up and over a of time
four thousand dollar car of mine
Costs fourteen thousand dollars and cents

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

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

Well now, red light, light, traffic cop
turn, no turn, must turn, stop
Get out the card honey, we're out of gas
Well, now all the car's end to end
Would reach to the and back again
And there'd probably be some fool pull out to

Well now, how I yearn for the good old
that carbon monoxide haze
A-hanging over the roar of the
Well, if the that made the moon and stars
Would have for me and you to have cars
have seen that we was all born with a parking space

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

away with me Lucille
In my smoking, automobile