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 hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone.
"I'll make you the corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye.
The were burning,
The big wheels turning,
Her sweetheart come bye and bye.

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

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She'd sing with a 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 said her farewells to all,
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase still in the hall.

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

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

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

"Now gimme a little joe here, honey."

"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog waitin' on 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 is a small truck-stop on Route 64
If you happen to be by,
But there's a who never stops in anymore
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 someone listening
In highway caf in the sky.

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She sings with a 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 sings 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 beef on rye" ...