Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

"will you it a corned beef on rye"
He'd sing with a in her eye
The was blarin'
His eyes were starin'
And the corned would 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 past
Her still stood in the hall

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

"hey, curly, did you see that old diesel out
Like damned nose up by the predicament 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 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 is a small truck-stop on route 64
If you happen to be by
There's a trucker that never in anymore
There's a who wished she knew why

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

"oh, we'll make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's someone listening
In that cafe in the sky