Luyện nghe bài hát Blow 'Em Away

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

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

Jesse James behind the
high noon in my automobile
You me crazy,
You me sick
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to

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

Oh,
Motorcycle, is between
splittin' 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
out my pistol
And blew 'em

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

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

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Brodsky