Luyện nghe bài hát Highway Café

She was only a in a highway caf
Poured coffee dusk until dawn
But she was heart broken four hours a day
For she longed for her trucker gone

"I'll make you the beef on rye"
She'd sing a gleam in her eye
The were burning
The big wheels turning
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 walk in the door
And he'd order a corned on rye

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

All the drivers remember that night, so 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
And two grim highway patrolmen came into the place
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor
Brought them their coffee, she overheard the that they said

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

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

Now there is a small truck on Route Sixty 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 make you the beef on rye"
She with a tear in her eye
And as her dark eyes are
someone who's listening
In highway caf in the sky

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

"I'll make you the corned 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