Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the
The plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
They catch me they're never gonna find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains

Pulled over to the river, to take a
Pulled out a pair of pliers pulled a out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a from the pack
I'm long-distance my girl and I'm talking on my cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said yeah the you were
Check the rear view mirror check the gold display
Check out the and I was on my way

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

I'm doing a and twenty plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to me where 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
kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter
Cash flow gettin' low so I had to a job
I a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I the car outside and the engine still revving
Takin' of business at 7-eleven
I inside to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to it all
deli tried to gyp me off the price
So I him on the turban with a bag of ice
'Cause I 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 Former movie
Looked in the view mirror seen the police car
Ballantine quarts with the on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a trap
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty
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 over to the
The cop knocked on my and said Boy, where's the fire?
You got a mailbox on your bumper and a front tire
"Outta the car longhair!" Your goose is
Read me my fingerprinted and booked

Making like a DT, 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
High plains drifter you that I'm never in a hurry

Read me my as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank a drunk called Otis
With his 5 shadow he smelled of 3 day old beer
My man to me and said, "Why are you here?"
I said I'm I'm dashing I'm rental-car 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 the Bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB
I had a feeling easy come easy go
I bet on one to win and another 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 hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"