Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was a waitress in a highway caf
Poured coffee from dusk until
But she was heart broken hours a day
For she for her trucker who'd 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 sweetheart would bye and bye.

he'd park his great semi off Route 64
She'd blush with a little sigh,
For at past eleven he'd walk 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 eyes starin',
The corned beef would bye and bye.

All the drivers remember night, so they say,
She'd her farewells to them all,
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past 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 Highway Patrolmen into the place,
Shook the rain their hats and as the poor girl
them 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 jack-knifed that son of a slicker than owl shit!"

"Now gimme a joe over here, honey."

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

"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you know that them truckers 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 truck-stop on Route 64
If you happen to be by,
But there's a who never stops in anymore
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 someone listening
In that caf in the sky.

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

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