Luyện nghe bài hát Putnam County

I guess were always kinda quiet around Putnam County
Kinda shy and as it clung to the skirts of the 2-lane
That was out like an asphalt dance floor
Where all the old timers in bib jeans and store bought
Were hunkerin' in the dirt to lie about their lives
And the places they'd been
And suck on Coca Colas and be spittin' days work
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
stick legs jackknifed over naughahyde stools
And the witch spread out over the linoleum floors
pushers stretched out over midriff bulge
And the coiffed curls over Maybelline eyes
Wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder, smells so
And I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings mixed drinks
As Bubba and the moaned in pool hall concentration
And, and knit their brows to cover the
Hank Williams whether you like it not

And the Old National register was singing to the of
57 dollars and 57
And then its last call, one game of 8 ball
will 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 in town would toss 'em down
And claim to fame as they stomped feet
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 tossed the gravel the fenders
Weave home a wet, slick of a 2-lane
irons and a crowbars a-rattlin', with a tool box and a pony saddle
You're grinding gears, into first
Yeah and that goddamn tranny's just worse
With the of 'See ya laters' and screwdrivers on carburettors
Talkin' shop about money to loan and palominos and roans

See you tomorrow, to the Mrs.
money to borrow and goodnight kisses
As the radio spit out Rich
Man and he sure can that son of a bitch
And you home, yeah, weavin' home
Leavin' the little joint winking in the dark, warm, American night
Beneath a pin cushion sky, it's to toast and honey

Gotta the Ford, yeah, your lunch money's right over there
On the board, and the toilet's runnin'
Ah, shake the handle and the telephone's ringin'
It's Mrs Randal and where the hell are my sandals?
What do you the dog chewed up my left foot?
With the porcelain poodles and the swans
Staring down the knick knack shelf
And the parent permission for the kids' field trips
And a pair of Muckalucks scraping the shag carpet

And the impending squint of light
And it that lurked behind a weeping in downtown Putnam
And they'd be up any minute now
Just like a amber, velveeta yellow cab
On a rainy corner and be blowin' its horn, in window in town