Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

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

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

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye.
The was blarin';
His soft 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 reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase stood in the hall.

And the passed by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim Patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain from their and as the poor girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words 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 gimme a little joe 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 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 there's a who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who she knew why.

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

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

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