Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a in a highway cafe
Poured from dusk until dawn
But she's 24 hours a day
For she longed for her trucker who'd

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

He'd park his great off route 64
blush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven, he'd 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 eyes were starin'
And the corned beef would by and by

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

And the hours by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the
They shook the rain from their
And as the girl brought them their coffee
These were the words that said

"hey, curly, did you see that old diesel 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 the line somewhere, do you?

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

Now there is a small on route 64
If you happen to be by
There's a trucker never stops in anymore
There's a waitress who she knew 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 that highway in the sky

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