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 of roaming and bumming around
So I started thumbing back east my hometown
Made a lot of miles the two days
I figured I'd be home in a if my luck held this way
But the third night I got way outside of town
At a cold crossroad rain was pouring down
I was and I was freezing done caught a chill
When the lights of a big topped the hill
I was sure glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I in that cab where I knew it would be warm
At the there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him
He said the name of my rig's 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a
He said son old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There no driver or a rig running any line
That's seen nothing but tail lights from 309
We rode and talked the part of the night
When the lights of a stop came in sight
He said I'm son this is as far as you go
Cause I gotta make turn just on up the road
He tossed me a as he pulled her in low
And said have 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 inside and me a cup
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned white
Did I say something wrong I said with a way grin
He said no happens every now and then
Every driver in here Big Joe
But son let me tell you happened bout ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight you flagged him down
There was a bus full of a comin' from town
They were right in the when Joe tapped the hill
It could have been slaughter but he turned his
Joe lost 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 will by
And you Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
have another cup and forget about that dime
Keep it as a souvenir Big Joe and Phantom 309