Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Caf

(kinky friedman)

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

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

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

"will you make it a corned on rye"
He'd sing 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 past
Her suitcase still stood in the

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

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

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

"i'll a chilli 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, don't you know that them damn
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 to be passin' by
There's a trucker that never in anymore
a waitress 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 who's listening
In that highway in the sky

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