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 up behind one
out my pistol
And blow 'em

I'm driving my car I wanna go fast
But there's slow car, won't let me pass
I flash my lights. I my horn.
Well.... I have to him warned.
I pull up him
out my pistol
And blow 'em

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

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

Oh,
Motorcycle, is between
He's splittin' lanes, if you know I mean
This cuttin' in line an act of war
I saw him comin'. I my door.
him over
Pulled out my
And blew 'em

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

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

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Brodsky