Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco Clifton had a fillin'
a mile and a half from town
Most cars passed unless they 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 wipe the gas and the air
In a hundred a day
He patiently gave
On how to get to the state

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

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

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

So Cisco Clifton's station
Was in the red
Personal were personally gone
But never a was said

One mornin' at eight, them players
Heard a big roar like a freight
And Cisco said I hope my kids fed
When they build Interstate

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

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

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

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