Luyện nghe bài hát World's Last Truck Driving Man

The is two thousand and eighty
And hardly a highway
Gone are the days of the
And about wrecks in the rain
The Macs and MacLeans all rusted away
The rot in the sand
And in a truck stop sits Tennessee Thompson
The last truck drivin' man

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

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

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

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

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