Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

"will you make it a beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The was blarin'
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 when the hands on the clock reached a quarter twelve
Her still stood in the hall

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

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

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

"i'll a chilli dog over 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 know that them truckers
They got to take up a little filly at every from here to las cruces!"

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

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

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