Other Exercises
Outlaw Pete 
Medium
by Bruce Springsteen
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
He was a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We undo these we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
At six months old he'd done three months in jail
He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony he did steal
And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel
Father Jesus, I'm an and a thief
And I down only to sow my grief
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
They cut his trail of tears the countryside
And where he went, women wept and men died
One night he woke from a vision of his own death
Saddled his and her deep the West
Married a Navajo girl and settled down on the res
And as the snow fell he held
That beautiful daughter to his chest
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Out of the East on an Irish stallion came Bounty Dan
His quickened and burned by the need to get his man
He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river
Pulled his gun and got the drop
He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not."
He cocked his pistol, the trigger
And shouted "let it start"
Pete drew a from his boot, it,
And pierced Dan through the heart
Dan smiled as he laid in his own blood in the sun
And whispered in Pete's ear,
"We undo these we've done."
You're Pete!
You're Outlaw Pete!
Can you me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
For forty and nights Pete rode and did not stop
Till he sat an icy top
He watched the hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide
Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his side
Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge
Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge
The young washes in the river, skin so fair
And braids a of Pete's into her hair
Outlaw Pete!
Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
...
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
