Luyện nghe bài hát Ratchetjaw

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

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

You go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck
With one a' fancy sidebands?
Get and two on the door
Get a power in yer jaw-hand
Prepare to strike when ya key the
'Cause ya know who's a-listenin'
clown insists on a 10-36
This here's what you 'im:

"Four, good buddy, I me a study
An' I it's the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring an' a ta fall
An' the big a-settin' on noon, son
Now if the fish don't and the almanac's right
And the groundhog sees his
A 10-36 tick-tock-tick."
And that's I call ratchetjaw!

Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer
With a forty-foot on the chimney
a thousand watts in yer flowerpots
And a ree-mote line in the
If ya feel a when ya throw the switch
Ya dim all the lights in Wichita
send out a wave ta make the government rave
And this here's whatcha tell 'em

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

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

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

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

[C.W.] Buffalo Roy? That's a handle.

Wanna some pain? Just turn up yer gain
Get a fearful earful a'
Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer
You can cut out all the
You wanna fun, you son-of-a-guns
Just get on the press-ta-talk
You gonna amuse 'em an' really 'em
With a ol' thing called ratchetjaw

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

CB conversations.]

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

[Man's voice. 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? some kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha? [Laughter] 10-4. 10-4.