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 for her trucker who'd gone

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

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

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

All the remember that night, so they say
said her farewells to them all
But when the on the clock reached a quarter past 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 words they said

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

"well, he that 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, don't you that them damn truckers
They got to 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 stops in anymore
There's a 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
There's who's listening
In highway cafe in the sky

"oh, we'll make you the corned 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