Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now there is a small on route 64
If you to be passin' by
There's a trucker that stops in anymore
There's a waitress who wished she why

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

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