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 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 take a
Pulled out a pair of pliers a bullet out of my chest
Fear and loathing 'cross the country listenin' to my
I reached behind the and snatched a Kool from the pack
I'm long-distance from my girl and I'm on my cellular
She said that she was sorry and I said the hell you were
Check the rear mirror check the gold tooth display
Check out the 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 mushed

I'm doing a hundred and twenty over mailboxes
Radar detector to me where the cops is
another night at the Motel 6
It's five dollars extra to get the flicks
And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy
I'ma kleptomaniac K-mart
Cash flow low so I had to pull a job
I a nice place to visit but a better place to rob
I the car outside and the engine still revving
Takin' care of at 7-eleven
I inside 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
'Cause I mellow like Jell-O like lemonade
I made my get a way and I thought that I had it made
I feel like Steve McQueen, a movie star
Looked in the rear mirror seen the police car
Ballantine with the puzzle on the cap
I couldn't help to I was caught in a speed trap
Dirty 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 flashing deep in the
I got my alibi straight and I over to the right
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!" 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 will be in front of a jury
High plains drifter you know I'm never in a hurry

Read me my rights as if I didn't know
Threw me in the tank with a drunk called
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 I'm rental-car bashing
I'm phony-paper passing at Nick's Check and
I went before the judge he my to the Brooklyn house of D.
He said, "You behave or we'll away 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, that nag in
Brought my to the window and collected my win
And I broke into my new car with a coat hanger
Hot hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"