Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a waitress in a highway
Poured coffee from dusk dawn
But she's 24 hours a day
For she for her trucker who'd gone

"will you make it a beef on rye"
He'd sing a gleam in her eye
Oh, the headlights burning
And the big wheels were
Her sweetheart come by and by

He'd park his semi off route 64
She'd with a sweet little sigh
For at past eleven, he'd walk in the door
And order a corned on rye

"will you it a corned beef on rye"
He'd with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft eyes starin'
And the corned would come by and by

All the remember that night, so they say
She'd said her to them all
But when the hands on the reached a quarter past twelve
Her suitcase stood in the hall

And the hours by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two highway patrolmen came into the place
They shook the rain their hats
And as the poor girl brought their coffee
These the words that they said

"hey, curly, did you see that old flattened out
Like damned nose up by the predicament tonight?

"well, he that son of a bitch slicker than owl shit!

"i'll a chilli dog over here, baby.

"hell, you don't suppose that he had a little ol' hog way down the line somewhere, do

"hey now, curly, don't you know that them truckers
They got to take up a little at every cafe from here to las cruces!"

Now is a small truck-stop on route 64
If you to be passin' by
There's a trucker that never stops in
There's a who wished she knew why

"oh, make it a beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone listening
In that cafe in the sky

"oh, make you the corned beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
There's someone listening
In that cafe in the sky