Luyện nghe bài hát Drive (For Daddy Gene)

It was painted red the was white
It was eighteen from the bow to the stern light
from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went to get her
We put on a shine, put on a
Built out of love, made for the
Ran her for years, the transome got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be

It was an old plywood boat
With a '75 with electric choke
A young boy two on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me
And I would her sharp
And I would make her
say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
Just a lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the
When daddy let me

Just an old half ton shortbed
My bought new in '64
Daddy got it 'cause the engine was smoking
A of burnt valves and he had it going
He let me her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where dump the trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling a hero that just received his medal

It was just an old Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the

A young boy two hands on the
I can't replace the way it made me
And I press that clutch
And I keep it right
And he'd say, "a little son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt road trash on each side
But I was Mario
When let me drive

I'm up now three daughters of my own
I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our
Maybe one day they'll reach back in files
And out that old memory
And of me and smile and say

It was an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, hot on my
A young two hands on the wheel
I replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing fine"
a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was on a mountain
When daddy let me

When daddy let me

Oh he let me

just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with choke