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 gone

"will you make it a beef on rye"
He'd with a gleam in her eye
Oh, the headlights were
And the big wheels were
Her sweetheart would by and by

He'd park his semi off route 64
blush 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 corned on rye"
sing with a gleam in her eye
The jukebox was
His eyes were starin'
And the corned beef come by and by

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

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

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

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

"i'll have a dog over here, baby.

"hell, you suppose that he had a little 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 truck-stop on route 64
If you happen to be by
a trucker that never stops in anymore
There's a waitress who wished she why

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

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