Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

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

over to the river, to take a rest
Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a out of my chest
and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track
I reached the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm talking on my
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the you were
Check the rear 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 shoplifter a on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm pushed
Don't to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed

I'm doing a hundred and twenty over mailboxes
detector to tell me where the cops is
Spend another at the Motel 6
It's five extra to get the porno flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my snifter
I'ma kleptomaniac shoplifter
Cash gettin' low so I had to pull a job
I Found a nice place to visit but a place to rob
I left the car outside and the engine still
care of business at 7-eleven
I went inside to my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to it all
deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I clocked him on the with a bag of ice
I mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade
I made my get a way and then I that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a movie star
Looked in the rear mirror seen the police car
Ballantine quarts with the on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was in a speed trap
Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the in the dash, but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red deep in the night
I got my alibi straight and I pulled to the right
The cop knocked on my window and Boy, where's the fire?
You got a on your bumper and a bald front tire
"Outta the car longhair!" goose is cooked
Read me my fingerprinted and booked

like a DT, driving a grand fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my 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 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 rental-car
I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and
I before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You or we'll throw away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the
I took the Bailiff's and went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling easy come go
I bet on one horse to win and and so
And enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and my win
And I broke into my new car with a wire hanger
Hot wired hot and, "Suzy is a headbanger"