Luyện nghe bài hát Phantom 309

I was out on the west coast trying to make a
Things didn't out I was kinda down on my luck
Got of roaming and bumming around
So I started back east toward my hometown
Made a lot of the first two days
I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held way
But the night I got stranded way outside of town
At a cold crossroad rain was pouring down
I was hungry and I was freezing caught a chill
When the of a big semi topped the hill
Lord I was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab where I knew it would be
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about
He stuck out his hand and said a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him
He the name of my rig's Phantom 309
I him why he called his rig such a name
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 lights from Phantom 309
We and talked the best part of the night
the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He said I'm sorry son is as far as you go
I gotta make another turn just on up the road
He tossed me a dime as he her in low
And said have a hot cup old Big Joe
When Joe and his rig roared out in the
In nothing he was clean out of sight
I went and ordered me a cup
Told the Big Joe was setting me up
You heard a pin drop
It got quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I with a half way grin
He said no this happens every now and
Every in here knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what bout ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight where you him down
There was a bus full of kids a comin' town
They were right in the middle Joe tapped the hill
It could have been slaughter but he his wheels
Joe lost control into a skid
Gave his own life to that bunch of kids
And at the crossroads was the end of the line
For Big Joe and 309
But every now and then some will come by
And like you Big give 'em a ride
have another cup and forget about that dime
Keep it as a souvenir from Big Joe and 309