Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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