Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

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

Pulled to the river, to take a rest
out a pair of pliers pulled a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my
I reached behind the and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm from my girl and I'm talking on my cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the hell you
Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth
Check out the and I was on my way

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

I'm a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to tell me the cops is
Spend another at the Motel 6
It's dollars extra to get the porno flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy
I'ma K-mart shoplifter
Cash gettin' low so I had to pull a job
I Found a nice place to visit but a better to rob
I left the car outside and the engine still
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 Jell-O like lemonade
I made my get a way and then I thought I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former star
Looked in the rear view mirror seen the car
Ballantine quarts the puzzle on the cap
I help to notice I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did
I'm seeing and red flashing deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I over to the right
The cop knocked on my window and said Boy, where's the
You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald tire
"Outta the car longhair!" goose is cooked
me my rights fingerprinted and booked

Making like a DT, driving a fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is of blurry
Every dog has his day mine will be in front of a
High plains drifter you know that I'm in a hurry

me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with a drunk 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 bashing
I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's and Cashing
I before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You or we'll throw away the key"
out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee
I took the Bailiff's and went straight to OTB
I had a feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one to win and another and so
And sure enough, that nag in
Brought my to the window and collected my win
And I broke into my new car with a wire hanger
Hot hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"