Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

'Cause I'm the plains drifter, and I'm the drifter
The high drifter, and I'm the drifter
They catch me they're never gonna find 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 pulled a bullet out of my
and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my 8-track
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 yeah the hell you were
Check the rear view mirror check the gold tooth
out the odometer and I was on my way

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the best you can get
A shoplifter a pirate on cassette
Bust a Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed
step to me 'cause you could be gettin' mushed

I'm a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes
Radar 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 a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart
flow 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 and the engine still revving
care of business at 7-eleven
I went to make my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to it all
Knucklehead deli 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 thought I had it made
I feel like McQueen, a Former movie star
Looked in the rear view mirror seen the car
Ballantine quarts the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed
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 straight and I pulled over to the right
The cop knocked on my window and said Boy, the fire?
You got a mailbox on your and a bald front tire
"Outta the car longhair!" Your is cooked
me my rights fingerprinted and booked

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

me my rights as if I didn't know this
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 charming I'm dashing I'm rental-car
I'm passing at Nick's Check and Cashing
I went before the judge he sent my to the Brooklyn of D.
He said, "You behave or we'll throw the key"
out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee
I took the wallet and went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling easy 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 my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot and, "Suzy is a headbanger"