Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

(Kinky Friedman)

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

When he'd his great semi off Route 64
She'd blush with a little sigh,
For at half past eleven walk in the door
And he'd 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 soft eyes starin',
The corned would come bye and bye.

All the drivers remember that night, so say,
said her farewells to them all,
But when the 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 then two Highway 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 like damned nose up by the predicament tonight ?"

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

"Now gimme a little joe here, honey."

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

"Oh, oh, oh, hell, Curly, don't you that them truckers they 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 to be passin' by,
But a trucker who never stops in anymore
And a waitress who she knew why.

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

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

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