Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was only a waitress in a caf
Poured coffee from until dawn
But she was broken twenty four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The headlights were
The big wheels were
Her would come bye and bye

He'd park his great off Route Sixty Four
blush with a sweet little sigh
For at half past eleven he'd walk in the
And he'd order a corned on rye

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She'd sing with a in her eye
The jukebox was
His soft were staring
The corned beef would bye and bye

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

And the passed by even as the trucks passed by
Out on the
And then two grim highway patrolmen into the place
Shook the rain from their hats and as the girl
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the words they said

"Oh Curly, did you see that old flattened out
Like your damn nose up by the tonight?"
"Well, d'you know, he jack knifed son of a bitch
than owl shit"

"[Incomprehensible] here, honey"
"Hey man, you don't suppose that he had a ol' hog
Waiting on him down the somewhere, do you?"
"Oh, hell, Curly, you know that them truckers they got
To out a little filly at every, every caf from here to Las Cruces"

Now there is a small truck stop on Sixty Four
If you to be passing by
But there's a trucker who never in anymore
And a who wished she knew why

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her eyes are glistening
There's who's listening
In highway caf in the sky

"I'll make you the corned on rye"
She sings a tear in her eye
And as her dark are glistening
There's someone listening
In that caf in the sky

"I'll you the corned beef on rye"
She sings with a in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
There's who's listening
In highway caf in the sky