最高のUdio音楽プレーヤー

[sole violin]

{[footsteps on gravel]}

{[old jalopy ford car engine starting]}

{[old timey pistol firing]}

{[tires screeching]}

{[police siren sounds]}

[gruff male voice]

"drive, timmy! drive!"

[music picks up]

[car engines backfiring]

[engines puttering]

[pistol fires]

[bullets wizzing]

welcome to the city, friend, where prohibition rules supreme!

[female vocalist with a coy, teasing tone]

Hit the gas, let's pour it up, cut to the chase

Weave through the streets with style and grace

Rumble of the engines, a metallic taste

The thrill of the chase, ain’t no time to waste

Flashin’ lights behind, but we're jumping ahead

Our speakeasy needs that rum, no time to dread

[female vocalist with a coy, teasing tone]

look over yonder, stare our foes in the eyes

it's the Waller's boys, out to take our prize

that's the second time this month, they's run our turf

let's teach them a lesson, hold your fire Murph!

[female speaking]

we've got a straightaway down yonder

let's beat em at their own game!

[intense orchestration with brass section]

{[police sirens getting louder]}

weeeeewooooweeeewooo!

{[gunfire and the rattle of tommy guns]}

ratatatata!

{[engines roaring, tires screeching]}

screeeeeech!

[gruff male voice shouting]

faster timmy, pull up right side em!