Luyện nghe bài hát Audobon

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

Now my daddy was a lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol'
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could play the violin
And Mom played piana, the keys in the middle
And Dad a storm on his three-fingered fiddle
that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and watch 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 summer just to 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 and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma gave my ear a callus
And I'll never them announcers at three A.M.
They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul who us
"So send them letters an' cards ta
"That's friends, in care a' Del Rio, Texas."

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

Now them truckers talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the four-letter words was appallin'
They them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and and big ol' stacks
always complainin' 'bout their livers an' backs
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, son of a guns

Now the gal waitin' tables was really
Had a rebuilt on a fairly new chassis
And she knew how to handle them name was Mavis Davis
Yeah, she'd pour 'em a coffee, then she'd bat her
Then she'd listen to 'em 'er some big fat lies
Then she'd ask 'em how the wife and kids was, 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 that she couldn't handle
Next ta her, nothin' could a candle
Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but from on down, Disneyland!

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

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

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