Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee from dusk until
But she was heart twenty-four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone.
"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye.
The headlights burning,
The big wheels turning,
Her would come bye and bye.

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

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

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

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

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

"Now a little joe over here, honey."

"Hey man, you don't suppose 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, 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 who wished she knew why.

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She with a tear 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 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 dark are glistening
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky.

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