Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee from dusk dawn
But she was heart broken twenty-four 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 were burning,
The big were turning,
Her sweetheart come bye and bye.

When 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 beef on rye"
She'd sing a gleam in her eye.
The jukebox was
His soft were starin',
The beef would come bye and bye.

All the remember that night, so they say,
She'd said her farewells to all,
But when the hands on the clock 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 then two grim Patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the from their hats and as the poor girl
Brought them their coffee, she the words that they said.

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

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

"Now gimme a little joe here, honey."

"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin' on down the 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 truck-stop on Route 64
If you happen to be by,
But there's a trucker who never in anymore
And a who wished she knew why.

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

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

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