Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco Clifton had a fillin'
About a and a half from town
Most cars passed they were out of gas
So Cisco was always

gas was all that it sold
Except matches and oil
than that he fixed lots of flats
Keepin' Cisco hands soiled

He'd the gas and check the air
In a times a day
He patiently gave
On how to get to the state

Usually he'd 'em water
Or a tyre or two air
And once a big Cadillac
Spent dollars there

He'd give anything they'd ask
And anything he had
His tools are tyres bumper or wire
To the good or the bad

In wintertime was a depot stove
And a table for a checker
And every mornin' at
The same players came

So Cisco Clifton's fillin'
Was in the red
Personal loans were gone
But never a word was

One at eight, them checker players
Heard a big bulldozer like a freight
And Cisco said I hope my kids fed
When build that Interstate

managed to pay for property
Where his little station sat
And friends still came for checker
So Cisco for that

He wouldn't say so but knew
That the Interstate was too to fight
But to his will and to pay his bills
He did odd jobs at

He still up at sunrise
And the checker went on
The flew past on highest gas
And the neighbors had sold out and

If a car ever did go by he was
And if they stopped they treated the same
So at Cisco Clifton's fillin'
There's a howdy and a checker