Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of
Down the and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a drive
And on my tail.

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

Now I got stripes and dual pipes
And got a Ford
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig that'll never
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on to granny low
And I made a hard right
My big ol' fat tires
Went slashin' the corn
Well, the tassels
And the kernels
And it looked yella hail
Just cookin' alive in a drive
With on my tail

Well, we screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the grows
the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the hills and the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel
And on my tail.

[Imagine a series of comic-style balloons.]

out, now. Here he come.

Oh, we get it on now.

(Don't hit fella with the banjo.)

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

wide and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

haveta winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

Got four on the and four in the air on that one, didn't we?

Goodness gracious. ta bust my shocks.

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

Well, Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
His rig was of lead
He was mired in feet of mud
So he radioed
I pulled up onto the
Went crashin' on through the
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five
on my tail!

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