Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four a day
For she longed for her trucker gone.
"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She'd with a gleam in her eye.
The were burning,
The big were 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 walk in the door
And he'd her corned beef on rye.

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

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

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

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

"Well, d'you know, he that 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, you know that them truckers they 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 small 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 sings a tear in her eye.
And as her eyes are glistening
There's who's 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 eyes are glistening
someone who's 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 you the corned beef on rye" ...