Luyện nghe bài hát Blow 'Em Away

morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In a suit.
I wanna come home at the end of my day
There's all other cars stacked up in my way.
I pull up one
Pull out my
And 'em away

When I'm my car I wanna go fast
But there's this slow car, let me pass
I flash my lights. I my horn.
Well.... I to consider him warned.
I pull up him
out my pistol
And blow 'em

Jesse James behind the
It's high noon in my
You me crazy,
You call me
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm to quick

Son of a bitch, he cut me off.
whole lanes he pulled across
Made me mad. me swerve.
Son of a got what he deserved.
I up behind him
out my pistol
And 'em away.

Oh,
Motorcycle, is riding
He's splittin' lanes, if you know I mean
This cuttin' in line an act of war
I saw him comin'. I my door.
him over
Pulled out my
And blew 'em

Jesse behind the wheel
It's high in my automobile
You me crazy,
You call me
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to

ol' lady, bless her heart.
She's her poodle 'cross the boulevard.
It was a red knit sweater, little knitted hat
named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that!
I said, "Here Fifi"
Pulled out my
And it away.

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Brodsky