Luyện nghe bài hát Putnam County

I things were always kinda quiet around Putnam County
Kinda shy and as it clung to the skirts of the 2-lane
That was stretched out like an dance floor
Where all the old timers in bib jeans and bought boots
Were hunkerin' down in the dirt to lie about lives
And the places that they'd
And they suck on Coca Colas and be spittin' days
Until the moon was a stray dog on the and
And the taverns would be swollen until the eye of 2 A.M.

And the slung over the Burger meister Beer Guts
Swizzle stick legs jackknifed over stools
And the witch hazel out over the linoleum floors
Pedal pushers out over midriff bulge
And the brunette curls over Maybelline eyes
Wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder, so sweet
And I elbowed up at the counter with feelings over mixed drinks
As Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall
And, and their brows to cover the entire
Williams songbook whether you like it not

And the Old register was singing to the tune of
57 and 57 cents
And then its last call, one more of 8 ball
Bernice be putting the chairs on the tables
Someone in say "Hey man, anyone got
Any Cables, is that a 6 or 12 volt?"
And all the studs in would toss 'em down
And claim to fame as they stomped their
Yeah, boastin' about being to get more ass than a toilet seat

And the and the Straight 8 Fords were coughin' and wheezin'
And they perculated as they the gravel underneath the fenders
Weave home a wet, anaconda of a 2-lane
Tire irons and a crowbars a-rattlin', with a tool box and a pony
grinding gears, shiftin' into first
Yeah and that tranny's just gettin' worse
With the melodies of 'See ya and screwdrivers on carburettors
Talkin' shop money to loan and palominos and strawberry roans

See you tomorrow, to the Mrs.
With money to borrow and goodnight
As the radio spit out Charlie
Man and he sure can sing that son of a
And you weave home, yeah, home
the little joint winking in the dark, warm, narcotic American night
Beneath a pin sky, it's home to toast and honey

Gotta startup the Ford, yeah, lunch money's right over there
On the drainin' board, and the runnin'
Ah, Christ shake the handle and the ringin'
It's Mrs Randal and where the are my goddamn sandals?
do you mean the dog chewed up my left foot?
With the poodles and the glass swans
Staring down from the knick knack
And the parent permission slips for the kids' field
And a pair of Muckalucks scraping the shag carpet

And the squint of first light
And it that lurked behind a weeping marquee in downtown
And be pullin' up any minute now
like a bastard amber, velveeta yellow cab
On a rainy corner and be blowin' its horn, in every window in