Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

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

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

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

All the drivers remember that night, so say,
She'd said her to them all,
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter twelve
Her still stood 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 their hats and as the poor girl
Brought them coffee, she overheard the words that they said.

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

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

"Now a little joe over here, honey."

"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin' on down the somewhere, do you ?"

"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers they got to take up a little 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 truck-stop on 64
If you to be passin' by,
But there's a trucker who never stops in
And a waitress who wished she 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 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 eyes are glistening
someone who's listening
In highway caf in the sky.

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

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