Luyện nghe bài hát Phantom 309

I was out on the west coast to make a buck
Things didn't out I was kinda down on my luck
Got tired of roaming and bumming
So I started thumbing back east toward my
Made a lot of miles the two days
I figured I'd be in a week if my luck held this way
But the third night I got stranded way outside of
At a cold lonely crossroad rain was pouring
I was hungry and I was done caught a chill
When the lights of a big topped the hill
Lord I was sure glad to hear them air brakes on
And I climbed in that cab where I knew it would be
At the wheel there sat a big man he about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and with a grin
Big the name I told him mine
He the name of my rig's Phantom 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a
He son this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There no driver or a rig running any line
That's nothing but tail lights from Phantom 309
We rode and the best part of the night
the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He I'm sorry son this is as far as you go
Cause I make another turn just on up the road
He tossed me a as he pulled her in low
And have yourself a hot cup old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig out in the night
In nothing he was clean out of sight
I went and ordered me a cup
Told the Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin
It got deathly quiet and the face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I with a half way grin
He said no this every now and then
Every driver in knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what happened bout ten ago
At the crossroads tonight where you him down
There was a bus full of kids a comin' town
They were in the middle when Joe tapped the hill
It could have been slaughter but he turned his
Joe lost control into a skid
Gave his own life to save that bunch of
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 souvenir from Big Joe and 309