Luyện nghe bài hát Blow 'Em Away

morning, I commute.
man. In a business suit.
When I wanna home at the end of my day
There's all other 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 this slow car, won't let me pass
I my lights. I honk my horn.
Well.... I to consider him warned.
I up behind him
out my pistol
And 'em away

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

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 up behind him
Pulled out my
And 'em away.

Oh,
Motorcycle, is between
He's lanes, if you know what I mean
This cuttin' in that's an act of war
I saw him comin'. I my door.
Knocked him
Pulled 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 where I'm going to

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

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Brodsky