Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco Clifton had a station
About a mile and a half town
Most passed unless they were out of gas
So Cisco was always

gas was all that it sold
Except matches and oil
Other than that he lots of flats
Cisco rough hands soiled

He'd wipe the gas and the air
In a hundred a day
He gave directions
On how to get to the highway

he'd give 'em water
Or a or two some air
And a big black Cadillac
seven dollars there

He'd anybody anything they'd ask
And lend he had
His are tyres bumper jacks or wire
To the ones or the bad

In wintertime there was a depot
And a table for a game
And every at sunup
The same players came

So Clifton's fillin' station
Was in the red
Personal were personally gone
But a word was said

One mornin' at eight, them checker
Heard a big bulldozer like a freight
And said I hope my kids stay fed
they build that Interstate

He'd managed to pay for
Where his fillin' station sat
And friends still came for game
So Cisco for that

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

He still opened up at
And the game went on
The cars flew on highest gas
And the neighbors had out and gone

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