Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a in a highway cafe
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she's heart-broken 24 a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

"will you make it a corned on rye"
He'd sing with a in her eye
Oh, the were burning
And the big wheels were
Her would come by and by

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

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

All the drivers remember that night, so say
said her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the reached a quarter past twelve
Her still stood in the hall

And the hours passed by even as the passed by out on the highway
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
They shook the rain their hats
And as the girl brought them their coffee
These were the words they said

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

"well, he jack-knifed that son of a slicker than owl shit!

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

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

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

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

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

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