Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

'Cause I'm the high drifter, and I'm the drifter
The plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
They can't catch me they're gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high drifter

over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pulled a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my
I reached behind the seat and snatched a from the pack
I'm long-distance from my and I'm talking on my cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the you were
Check the view mirror check the gold tooth display
out the odometer and I was on my way

'Cause I'm the plains drifter the best that you can get
A strapped a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel I'm getting pushed
Don't to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed

I'm doing a hundred and plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to me where the cops is
another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to get the flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my snifter
kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter
Cash gettin' low so I had to pull a job
I Found a place to visit but a better place to rob
I left the car and the engine still revving
Takin' of business at 7-eleven
I inside to make my withdrawal
I saw he had had but I had to take it all
deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I clocked him on the with a bag of ice
'Cause I mellow like cool like lemonade
I made my get a way and I thought that I had it made
I feel like McQueen, a Former movie star
Looked in the rear mirror seen the police car
quarts with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't to notice I was caught in a speed trap
Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did
I'm blue and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the
The cop on my window and said Boy, where's the fire?
You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front
"Outta the car longhair!" goose is cooked
me my rights fingerprinted and booked

Making a DT, driving a grand fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog has his day mine be in front of a jury
plains drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I know this
Threw me in the tank with a called Otis
With his 5 o'clock he smelled of 3 day old beer
My man to me and said, "Why are you here?"
I said I'm charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car
I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and
I went the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You behave or throw away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs, the screw in the knee
I took the Bailiff's wallet and straight to OTB
I had a feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one horse to win and and so
And enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the and collected my win
And I broke into my new car with a coat hanger
Hot wired hot and, "Suzy is a headbanger"