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 when they felt the need
And they stopped at a place there in town called The Old Home

Now my was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol'
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still the violin
And Mom played piana, just the in the middle
And Dad a storm on his three-fingered fiddle
'Cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and 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 night I'd lay
A-waitin' for a station break
Just a-settin' and an' a-lettin' that radio fry.

Well, I to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma gave my ear a callus
And I'll never them announcers at three A.M.
come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul who needs us
"So them letters an' cards ta Jesus
"That's friends, in care a' Del Rio, Texas."

But the place I remember, on the a' town
Was the place you really got the hard-core sound
Yeah, a where 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 bank don't sell no beer, and we don't no checks."

Now truckers never talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the words was really appallin'
They thought them gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and and big ol' stacks
They's always complainin' 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 bat her eyes
Then she'd to 'em tell 'er some big fat lies
Then she'd ask 'em how the wife and kids was, back there in

Now had all of her ducks in a row
Weighed ninety-eight 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 that she handle
Next ta her, nothin' hold a candle
Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but there on down, Disneyland!

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

Well, I'll never them days 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', truck stop blues
Came back ta life in
As "The Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe"

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