Luyện nghe bài hát Blow 'Em Away

morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In a suit.
I wanna come home at the end of my day
There's all these other cars up in my way.
I pull up one
Pull out my
And blow 'em

I'm driving my car I wanna go fast
But there's this slow car, let me pass
I flash my lights. I my horn.
Well.... I to consider him warned.
I pull up him
Pull out my
And 'em away

James behind the wheel
It's high noon in my
You me crazy,
You me sick
Yeah, I got to get to I'm going to quick

Son of a bitch, he cut me off.
Three lanes he pulled across
me mad. Made me swerve.
Son of a bitch got he deserved.
I pulled up him
Pulled out my
And 'em away.

Oh,
Motorcycle, is between
He's splittin' lanes, if you know what I
cuttin' in line that's an act of war
I saw him comin'. I my door.
Knocked him
out my pistol
And blew 'em

James behind the wheel
It's noon in my automobile
You me crazy,
You call me
Yeah, I got to get to I'm going to quick

ol' lady, bless her heart.
She's walkin' her poodle the boulevard.
It was a red knit sweater, little knitted hat
Probably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid that!
I said, "Here Fifi"
Pulled out my
And it away.

..............................................

Brodsky