Luyện nghe bài hát World's Last Truck Driving Man

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

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

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

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

Then he climbed up his ol' semi
And Doreen she crawled up at his
He shifted it down and the diesel's sad
Said this is your last homeward
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 ballin' straight through them bright pearly gates
behind in the dust of his rig
Come the wailin' of ol' Smokey McKenzie
The world's last pig
'em roar see 'em fly past the clouds through the sky
On that highway that 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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