Luyện nghe bài hát Audubon

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

Now my daddy was a music 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 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 watch

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

Well, I listened to Nashville and and Dallas
And Oklahoma gave my ear a callus
And I'll never forget them announcers at A.M.
They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul who us
"So send 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 where you got the hard-core sound
Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta stop on their way to Moins
There was signs all over them
Like "If the don't get ya, then Roosevelt will"
And "The don't sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks."

Now them truckers never talked about but haulin'
And the four-letter words was really
They them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and and big ol' stacks
They's always complainin' 'bout their an' backs
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, son of a guns

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

Now had all of her ducks in a row
Weighed pounds; put on quite a show
Remind ya of a couple a' Cub Scouts tryin' ta set up a Sears, pup tent
There's no that she couldn't handle
Next ta her, nothin' hold a candle
Not a of a lot upstairs, but from 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 Ward linoleum
Yeah, they'd pound them counters and kick stools
They's pickin' fights with the local fools
But one look at Mavis, and turn into a bunch a' tomcats

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

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