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 songs about wrecks in the
The Macs and have all rusted away
The Harvesters rot in the
And in a deserted truck sits Tennessee Thompson
The world's last drivin' man

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

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

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

Then he up inside his ol' semi
And she crawled up at his side
He shifted it down and the sad sound
Said this is your homeward ride
So he 10-4 to her and the Lord
As the microphone fell his hand
And he came to the exit marked Thompson
The world's last drivin' man

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