Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

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

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

park his great semi off Route Sixty Four
She'd blush with a sweet sigh
For at past eleven he'd walk in the door
And he'd order a beef on rye

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

All the remember that night, so they say
said her farewells to them all
But when the hands on the clock reached a quarter 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 came into the
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor
Brought their coffee, she overheard the words that they said

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

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

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

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

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