Luyện nghe bài hát Phantom 309

I was out on the west coast trying to make a
Things didn't work out I was kinda on my luck
Got tired of roaming and around
So I thumbing back east toward my hometown
Made a lot of the first two days
I figured I'd be home in a week if my held this way
But the third night I got way outside of town
At a lonely crossroad rain was pouring down
I was and I was freezing done caught a chill
When the lights of a big topped the hill
Lord I was sure glad to hear them air come on
And I climbed in that cab where I it would be warm
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a
Big Joe's the I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's 309
I asked him why he called his rig a name
He said son old Mack can put 'em all to shame
ain't no driver or a rig running any line
That's seen nothing but tail lights from 309
We rode and talked the best part of the
When the lights of a truck came in sight
He said I'm sorry son is as far as you go
Cause I gotta make turn just on up the road
He tossed me a dime as he her in low
And have yourself a hot cup old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the
In nothing flat he was clean out of
I went and ordered me a cup
Told the Big Joe was setting me up
You heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda
Did I say wrong I said with a half way grin
He said no this happens now and then
Every in here knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what bout ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight you flagged him down
There was a bus full of kids a from town
They were right in the middle when Joe tapped the
It could have been slaughter but he his wheels
Joe control went into a skid
Gave his own life to save bunch of kids
And there at the was the end of the line
For Big Joe and 309
But every now and then some hiker come by
And like you Big Joe'll 'em a ride
Here have another cup and forget that dime
Keep it as a from Big Joe and Phantom 309