Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she was heart broken 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 headlights burning,
The big were turning,
Her sweetheart would bye and bye.

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

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

All the drivers that night, so they say,
said her farewells to them all,
But when the hands on the 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 two grim Highway Patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain their hats and as the poor girl
Brought their coffee, she overheard the words that they said.

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

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

"Now a little joe over here, honey."

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

"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you 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 a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who wished she why.

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

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