Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

"will you it a corned beef on rye"
He'd sing 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
She'd with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven, he'd in the door
And a corned beef on rye

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

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

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 their hats
And as the poor girl brought them their
These were the words that said

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

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

"i'll have a 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, you know that them damn truckers
They got to take up a little filly at every from here to las cruces!"

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

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