Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Clifton's Fillin' Station

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

Regular gas was all 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 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 black
seven dollars there

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

In wintertime there was a stove
And a table for a game
And mornin' at sunup
The checker players came

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

One mornin' at eight, checker players
Heard a big roar like a freight
And Cisco I hope my kids stay fed
When they build that

managed to pay for property
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 at night

He still up at sunrise
And the checker game on
The cars flew 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 fillin' station
There's a howdy and a checker