Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

"will you make it a corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft eyes were
And the beef would come by and by

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

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

"hey, curly, did you see old diesel flattened out
Like your nose 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 suppose that he had a little 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 cafe here to las cruces!"

Now there is a small 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, make it a beef on rye"
She sings a tear 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 beef on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone listening
In that highway in the sky