Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

Cisco had a fillin' station
a mile and a half from town
Most passed unless they were out of gas
So Cisco was always

Regular gas was all that it
Except tobacco and oil
Other than he fixed lots of flats
Keepin' rough hands soiled

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

Usually he'd 'em water
Or a or two some air
And once a big black
Spent seven there

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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