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 cars stacked up in my way.
I up behind one
out my pistol
And blow 'em

I'm driving my car I wanna go fast
But there's this slow car, won't let me
I flash my lights. I my horn.
Well.... I have to him warned.
I up behind him
Pull out my
And 'em away

Jesse behind the wheel
It's high in my automobile
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 whole he pulled across
me mad. Made me swerve.
Son of a got what he deserved.
I up behind him
Pulled out my
And 'em away.

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

Jesse James the wheel
It's noon in my automobile
You me crazy,
You me sick
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm to quick

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

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Brodsky