Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco Clifton had a station
About a mile and a from town
Most cars passed unless they out of gas
So was always around

gas was all that it sold
Except tobacco and oil
Other than that he fixed of flats
Keepin' Cisco rough 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 give 'em
Or a or two some air
And once a big black
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 was a depot stove
And a for a checker game
And every mornin' at
The checker players came

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

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

managed to pay for property
Where his fillin' station sat
And friends came for checker game
So settled for that

He wouldn't say so but knew
That the 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 checker game on
The cars flew past on gas
And the neighbors had sold out and

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