Luyện nghe bài hát Audobon

Well, I was born in a town Audubon
Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta
Twenty-three houses, saloons,
And a mill in nineteen-thirty.
Had a sign, said "Squealer Feeds"
And the bus came through when they felt the
And they stopped at a place there in called The Old Home Cafe

Now my daddy was a lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol'
He'd lost two fingers in a but he could still play the violin
And Mom played piana, just the keys in the
And Dad played a storm on his three-fingered
'Cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and haircuts

So I was raised on Dust tunes, you see
Had a radio an' no TV
It was so dog-goned hot I had to wet the bed in the just to keep cool.
Yeah, a night I'd lay awake
A-waitin' for a distant station
Just and a-wettin' an' a-lettin' that radio fry.

Well, I listened to Nashville and and Dallas
And Oklahoma City my ear a callus
And I'll forget them announcers at three A.M.
They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a who needs us
"So send them letters an' cards ta
"That's J-E-S-U-S friends, in a' Del Rio, Texas."

But the place I remember, on the a' town
Was the place where you really got the sound
Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta on their way to Dees Moins
There was signs all over windowsills
Like "If the Devil get ya, then Roosevelt will"
And "The bank don't no beer, and we don't cash no checks."

Now them truckers never talked about but haulin'
And the words was really appallin'
They thought them gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and Macks and big ol'
always complainin' 'bout their livers an' backs
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, truck-drivin' son of a

Now the gal waitin' tables was really
Had a rebuilt motor on a new chassis
And she knew how to them truckers; name was Mavis Davis
Yeah, she'd 'em a coffee, then she'd bat her eyes
Then she'd listen to 'em 'er some big fat lies
she'd ask 'em how the wife and kids was, back there in Joplin?

Now Mavis had all of her in a row
Weighed pounds; put on quite a show
Remind ya of a couple a' Cub Scouts tryin' ta set up a Sears, Roebuck pup
There's no proposition that she couldn't
Next ta her, could hold a candle
Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but there on down, Disneyland!

Now the truckers, on the other hand, was crass
They remind ya of fingernails on glass
A-stompin' on in, leavin' tracks all the Montgomery Ward linoleum
Yeah, they'd pound them counters and them stools
They's always pickin' fights with the local
But one look at Mavis, and they'd turn a bunch a' tomcats

Well, I'll never forget them gone by
I's just a kid, 'bout four foot
But I never forgot lesson an' pickin' and singin', the country way
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop
Came ta life in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On Cafe"

Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe
Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On Cafe