Luyện nghe bài hát High Plains Drifter

'Cause I'm the high drifter, and I'm the drifter
The high drifter, and I'm the drifter
They can't me they're never 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 listenin' to my 8-track
I reached behind the seat and snatched a from the pack
I'm long-distance from my and I'm talking on my cellular
She said that she was and I said yeah the hell you were
Check the rear view mirror the gold tooth display
out the odometer and I was on my way

'Cause I'm the high plains drifter the that you can get
A shoplifter a pirate on cassette
Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm pushed
Don't step to me 'cause you could be gettin'

I'm a hundred and twenty plowin' over mailboxes
Radar detector to me where the cops is
Spend night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to get the flicks
And then I a black and tan in my brandy snifter
I'ma K-mart shoplifter
Cash gettin' low so I had to pull a job
I Found a place to visit but a better place to rob
I left the car outside and the engine revving
Takin' of business at 7-eleven
I went inside to my withdrawal
I saw what he had had but I had to it all
Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the
So I clocked him on the turban a bag of ice
'Cause I mellow like cool like lemonade
I my get a way and then I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a Former movie
Looked in the rear mirror seen the police car
Ballantine quarts the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a trap
Dirty Mary Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry
I'm blue and red flashing 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 bumper and a bald front tire
"Outta the car longhair!" Your is cooked
Read me my rights and booked

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

Read me my rights as if I didn't know
Threw me in the tank with a drunk called
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 charming I'm 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 behave or we'll throw the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs, the screw in the knee
I took the wallet and went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling easy come go
I bet on one to win and another and so
And sure enough, nag came in
my ticket to the window and collected my win
And I broke my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot wired hot and, "Suzy is a headbanger"