Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

She was only a waitress in a cafe
Poured coffee from dusk until
But she's 24 hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

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

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

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

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

And the hours passed by as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim highway patrolmen came the place
They shook the rain their hats
And as the poor girl brought them their
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 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, you know 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 wished she why

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