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 find me
They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains

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

'Cause I'm the high plains the best that you can get
A strapped shoplifter a pirate on
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 plowin' over
Radar detector to me where the cops is
Spend another night at the 6
It's five dollars extra to get the flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy
I'ma kleptomaniac shoplifter
Cash gettin' low so I had to pull a job
I a nice place to visit but a better 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 he had had but I had to take it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the
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 I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former star
Looked in the rear view mirror the police car
Ballantine with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a trap
Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did
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 window and said Boy, the fire?
You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald tire
"Outta the car longhair!" Your goose is
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 be in front of a jury
High drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn't know
Threw me in the with a drunk 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 I'm dashing I'm rental-car bashing
I'm phony-paper at Nick's Check and Cashing
I went before the he sent my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You behave or we'll away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the
I took the Bailiff's wallet and straight to OTB
I had a good 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 and collected my win
And I broke into my new car with a wire coat
Hot wired hot and, "Suzy is a headbanger"