Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

(C.W. McCall, Fries, Chip Davis)

YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay attention now; I'm only gonna explain it to ya once.

You go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
one a' those fancy sidebands?
Get four-on-the-floor and two on the
Get a power mike in yer
Prepare to strike when ya key the
ya never know who's a-listenin'
Some insists on a 10-36
This here's what you 'im:

"Four, buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger it's the a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a ta fall
An' the big hand's on noon, son
Now if the don't bite and the almanac's right
And the sees his shadow
A goes tick-tock-tick."
And that's I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out at yer place
With a pole on the chimney
a thousand watts in yer flowerpots
And a ree-mote line in the
If ya feel a twitch when ya the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
Gonna out a wave ta make the government rave
And here's whatcha tell 'em all:

"Yeah, four, buddy, yer comin' in cruddy
But yer walkin' right my wall, boy
Yer cool, you makin' me drool
You were battin' my ball, boy
You hittin' me round fifteen pound
You cut me up a bandsaw
But the heck, it's just a radio check."
And there's how to ratchetjaw

[CB conversations. overlaid, as if you're listening to a party line.]

[Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your twenty? Where are you anyway, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4.

voice] Lissen, you. Shut up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough. [words missing]...channel all the time. Can't hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'.

[C.W.] Buffalo That's a dumb handle.

Wanna feel some pain? Just turn up yer
Get a earful a' garbage
Ta suppress a belch, hit yer squelch
You can cut out all the
You wanna fun, you son-of-a-guns
get on the press-ta-talk switch
You amuse 'em an' really confuse 'em
With a little ol' thing ratchetjaw

Yeah, let them think yer a trucker
Say stuff they understand, son
Just bounce while yer toolin' around
sound like a truck-drivin' man, son
Just tell yer beaver that you leave 'er
You her on the bounce-around
If she comes with a smart-off crack
Say "X-Y-L, show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now.
Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the
Yer X-Y-M's blow now
Eighty-eight, thirds, and my bird
An' all them upon ya all
If don't kill, then CB will."
And that's I call ratchetjaw

CB conversations.]

Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, by bouts of laughter]

[Man's voice. Begins deep, slowly rising to Shirley and Squirrely squeakiness.] Yeah, 10-4, we got ya, breaker. Come back on that? Say, what kind a'... s'not? kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.