Luyện nghe bài hát World's Last Truck Driving Man

The is two thousand and eighty
And hardly a remains
Gone are the days of the
And songs wrecks in the rain
The Macs and MacLeans all rusted away
The Harvesters rot in the
And in a deserted truck stop sits Tennessee
The world's last drivin' man

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

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

Then he sat and drank to old mem'ries
And Doreen sat there dryin' his
Doreen was the world's truck stoppin' waitress
She was weary and worn the years
So he put his last dime in the last jukebox
For the lady loved for so long
And there in that truck stop they danced
To the world's last drivin' song

Then he up inside his ol' semi
And she crawled up at his side
He it down and the diesel's sad sound
Said is your last homeward ride
So he whispered 10-4 to her and the
As the microphone fell from his
And he came to the marked Tennessee Thompson
The last truck drivin' man

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