Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was a waitress in a highway cafe
coffee from dusk until dawn
But heart-broken 24 hours a day
For she longed for her who'd gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i'll a chilli 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 know that them damn
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
a trucker that never stops in anymore
There's a who wished she knew why

"oh, make it a beef on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
There's someone who's
In that highway in the sky

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