Luyện nghe bài hát Four Wheel Drive

(Bill Fries, Davis)

We is through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad of Persia
Down the hills and up the
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 siren
I on down to four-wheel drive
With on my tail

Now I got racin' and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a
Got a mill with a pot carb, you know
But Smokey's and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the
With a rig never fail
Got a with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on down to low
And I made a right turn
My big ol' fat Commando
Went slashin' the corn
Well, the blew
And the flew
And it looked like hail
Just cookin' in a four-wheel drive
With on my tail

Well, we screamin' through the valley
the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana
the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the hills and down the
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 this here creek now, Smokey. "crick", of course.]

Yard and a foot deep.

"Nishnabota River", they it.

Might haveta out.

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

Can you dig it,

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, we?

gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.

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

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

Now I had stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey had a
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you
But stroked and bored
Well, the was on, but I had the edge
With a rig never fail
Got a CJ-5 a four-wheel drive
Settin' out a' the jail