Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a waitress in a caf
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she was broken twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone.
"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She'd sing a gleam in her eye.
The were burning,
The big wheels turning,
Her sweetheart would bye and bye.

he'd park his great semi off Route 64
She'd with a sweet little sigh,
For at half past he'd walk in the door
And he'd order her corned on rye.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She'd with a gleam in her eye.
The was blarin';
His eyes were starin',
The beef would come bye and bye.

All the drivers remember that night, so say,
She'd her farewells to them all,
But when the hands on the clock a quarter past twelve
Her still stood in the hall.

And the hours passed by even as the trucks by out on the highway
And then two grim Highway Patrolmen came the place,
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words they said.

"Oh Curly, did you see that old diesel out like your damned nose up by the predicament tonight ?"

"Well, d'you know, he jack-knifed son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!"

"Now a little joe over here, honey."

"Hey man, you suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin' on down the line somewhere, do you ?"

"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers got to take up a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces!

"Eh, eh. Yeah, they! Ah ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah .."

"Ah ah ah ah ah, he he he he he ..."

Now there is a truck-stop on Route 64
If you to be passin' by,
But there's a who never stops in anymore
And a who wished she knew why.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye.
And as her eyes are glistening
someone who's listening
In that caf in the sky.

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She with a tear in her eye.
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone who's
In highway caf in the sky.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye.
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone listening
In highway caf in the sky.

"I'll make you the beef on rye" ...