Luyện nghe bài hát Audubon

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

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

So I was on Dust Bowl 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, many's a I'd lay awake
A-waitin' for a distant break
Just a-settin' and a-wettin' an' that radio fry.

Well, I to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma gave my ear a callus
And never forget them announcers at three A.M.
come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul 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 edge a'
Was the place you really got the hard-core sound
Yeah, a place the truckers used ta stop on their way to Dees Moins
was signs all over them windowsills
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 never talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the four-letter words was appallin'
They thought them home-town gals was nothin' but for their amusement.
Chevys and Macks and big ol' stacks
They's complainin' 'bout their livers an' backs
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, son of a guns

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

Now had all of her ducks in a row
ninety-eight pounds; put on quite a show
Remind ya of a couple a' Cub Scouts ta set up a Sears, Roebuck pup tent
There's no proposition 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 crass
They remind ya of fingernails on glass
A-stompin' on in, leavin' tracks all over the Ward linoleum
Yeah, they'd pound them counters and kick them
They's always pickin' fights with the local
But one look at Mavis, and they'd turn into a bunch a'

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

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