Luyện nghe bài hát World's Last Truck Driving Man

The is two thousand and eighty
And hardly a remains
Gone are the of the diesel
And about wrecks in the rain
The Macs and MacLeans have all away
The Harvesters rot in the
And in a deserted stop sits Tennessee Thompson
The last truck drivin' man

He lit up the world's Lucky
Got his last cup of coffee
Then he at the sky for one final high
Took the world's last little pill
He said world you are your truckers
And your do not give a damn
You're in space and there just ain't no place
For a hard ridin' drivin' man

The world's truck drivin' man
His left arm is its tan
The rest all went broke and just up in smoke
He's the world's truck drivin' man

Then he sat there and to old mem'ries
And Doreen sat dryin' his tears
Doreen was the world's last truck waitress
She was weary and with the years
So he put his dime in the world's last jukebox
For the he'd loved for so long
And there in that deserted truck stop danced
To the world's last truck drivin'

Then he up inside his ol' semi
And Doreen she crawled up at his
He shifted it down and the sad sound
Said this is your last homeward
So he whispered to her and the Lord
As the fell from his hand
And he came to the marked Tennessee Thompson
The world's last truck man

He was high ballin' straight them bright pearly gates
behind in the dust of his rig
Come the siren of ol' Smokey McKenzie
The last interstate pig
'em roar see 'em fly past the clouds through the sky
On that highway don't have an end
But you know that's for Tennessee Thompson
The last truck drivin' man and Doreen
The last truck drivin' man
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