Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
Where the flows
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
'Cross the tracks of Persia
Down the and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel
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 to whirl his flashin' lights
And he made his wail
I slipped on to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my

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

Yeah, he was.

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

Well, we went screamin' through the
Where the flows
the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Up the and down 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 with the banjo.)

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

Yard and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might winch out.

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

Can you dig it,

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

Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta my shocks.

[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the of wailing sirens.]

Well, that Jeep of made Smokey whine
His rig was made of
He was in fourteen feet of mud
So he radioed
I up onto the blacktop
Went on through the rail
Sakes alive! I had more
on my tail!

Now I had racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey had a
Had a with a four pot carb, you know
But stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the
a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a drive
Settin' out back a' the