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 trucker who'd

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

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

"will you make it a beef on rye"
He'd sing a gleam in her eye
The was blarin'
His soft were starin'
And the corned beef come by and by

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

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

"hey, curly, did you see that old flattened 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 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, you know that them damn truckers
got to take up a little filly at every cafe from here to las cruces!"

Now there is a small on route 64
If you happen to be by
There's a trucker that never stops in
a waitress who wished she knew why

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