Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

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

over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing the country listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the
I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm on my cellular
She said she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you were
Check the view mirror check the gold tooth display
out the odometer and I was on my way

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

I'm doing a and twenty plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to tell me where the is
Spend another at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to get the flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my snifter
I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart
Cash flow 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 went inside to make my
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 Jell-O cool like
I made my get a way and I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former star
Looked in the rear view seen the police car
Ballantine quarts with the on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed
Dirty Mary Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did
I'm seeing blue and red flashing in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled to the right
The cop knocked on my and said Boy, where's the fire?
You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald tire
"Outta the car longhair!" Your is cooked
Read me my fingerprinted and booked

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

Read me my rights as if I didn't this
Threw me in the with a drunk called Otis
With his 5 o'clock shadow he 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 bashing
I'm phony-paper at Nick's Check and Cashing
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 good feeling come easy go
I bet on one to win and another and so
And enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the and collected my win
And I broke my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"