Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
for a place to stay
I was mighty, tired
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' most
Well, out comes a
He must have that I was nuts
He looked at me
And a gun into my guts

I fell
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And began to
"Are you that travelin'
That I heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

Then in comes his
Whose was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Dolce
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
Know farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well"

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess tired"
He said it sly
I said, "Yes, ten miles
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
Just one
And you go to right now
That you don't my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
stood Rita
Lookin' just like Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
I'll you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To strike him very
So I
"I like Castro and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel
I you heard me right"
And I ducked as he
At me all his might
Rita mumbled
her mother on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He said he's going to
Me if I don't get out the
In two seconds
"You
Rotten doctor rat"

Well, he threw a Reader's
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And through the window
At a miles an hour
And fully blast
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure be back
for a spell
Even though moved away
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomping
Thankful as I
Without of speech
I might be in the