Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a waitress in a cafe
Poured coffee 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 turning
Her sweetheart come by and by

He'd park his great semi off 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 with a in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft eyes were
And the beef would come by and by

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

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

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

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

"i'll have a chilli dog 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 that them damn truckers
got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!"

Now is a small truck-stop on route 64
If you happen to be by
There's a trucker that stops in anymore
There's a waitress who she knew why

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

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