Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

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

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

And the hours by even as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two highway patrolmen came into the place
They shook the rain from hats
And as the poor brought them their coffee
These were the that 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 bitch slicker owl shit!

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

"hell, you suppose 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 take up a little filly at cafe from here to las cruces!"

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

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

"oh, we'll make you the corned 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