Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was a waitress in a highway caf
Poured from dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four a day
For she for her trucker who'd gone.
"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She'd sing 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
blush with a sweet little sigh,
For at half past eleven walk in the door
And order her corned beef on rye.

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

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

And the hours passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the
And then two grim Patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain from their hats and as the girl
Brought their 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 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, don't you know that them truckers they got to take up a little filly at every, every caf from 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 never stops in
And a waitress who she knew why.

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

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