Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

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

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

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

All the drivers that night, so they say,
said her farewells to them all,
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase stood in the hall.

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

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

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

"Now gimme a little joe 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 they got to take up a 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 happen to be by,
But there's a trucker who stops in anymore
And a waitress who she knew why.

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

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

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

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