Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

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

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

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

All the remember that night, so they say,
said her farewells to them all,
But the hands on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still in the hall.

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

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

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

"Now gimme a 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 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 small on Route 64
If you to be passin' by,
But there's a trucker who never stops in
And a waitress who wished she why.

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

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

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