Luyện nghe bài hát Audubon

Well, I was in a town called Audubon
Southwest Iowa, right where it been
Twenty-three houses, saloons,
And a mill in nineteen-thirty.
Had a sign, said "Squealer Feeds"
And the bus came through when they the need
And they stopped at a place there in town called The Old Home

Now my daddy was a music man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol'
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still the violin
And Mom played piana, the keys in the middle
And Dad played a on his three-fingered fiddle
'Cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and haircuts

So I was raised on Dust tunes, you see
Had a six-tube an' no TV
It was so dog-goned hot I had to wet the bed in the summer just to cool.
Yeah, many's a night I'd lay
for a distant station break
Just a-settin' and a-wettin' an' a-lettin' radio fry.

Well, I listened to and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma City my ear a callus
And I'll forget them announcers at three A.M.
They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a who needs us
"So send letters an' cards ta Jesus
"That's friends, in care a' Del Rio, Texas."

But the place I remember, on the edge a'
Was the place you really got the hard-core sound
Yeah, a place where the truckers ta stop on their way to Dees Moins
was signs all over them windowsills
Like "If the don't get ya, then Roosevelt will"
And "The bank sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks."

Now them truckers never talked about but haulin'
And the words was really appallin'
thought them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement.
Rode Chevys and and big ol' stacks
They's always complainin' 'bout their livers an'
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, truck-drivin' son of a

Now the gal tables was really classy
Had a rebuilt motor on a fairly new
And she knew how to handle them name was Mavis Davis
Yeah, she'd 'em a coffee, then she'd bat her eyes
Then she'd listen to 'em tell 'er big fat lies
Then she'd ask 'em how the wife and kids was, back in Joplin?

Now Mavis had all of her in a row
Weighed pounds; put on quite a show
Remind ya of a couple a' Cub Scouts ta set up a Sears, Roebuck pup tent
There's no proposition that she handle
Next ta her, nothin' hold a candle
Not a of a lot upstairs, but from there on down, Disneyland!

Now the truckers, on the other hand, was crass
They remind ya of fingernails a-scratchin' on
A-stompin' on in, tracks all over the Montgomery Ward linoleum
Yeah, they'd them counters and kick them stools
They's always pickin' fights the local fools
But one look at Mavis, and they'd turn into a a' tomcats

Well, never forget them days gone by
I's just a kid, 'bout four high
But I never forgot that an' pickin' and singin', the country way
Yeah, walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' On A-Truckin' Cafe"

Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe
Oh, the Old Home Filler-up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe