Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to
I was mighty, mighty
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 thought that I was
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I fell
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He his rifle
And began to
"Are you that travelin'
That I have about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

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

Well, by the dirt my nails
I he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess tired"
He said it sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
one condition
And you go to sleep now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

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

Well, I couldn't
Unless the old man me out
I'd already promised
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Castro and his beard"
Rita offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me all his might
mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the
As his had hit the icebox
He said going to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
Rotten Commie rat"

Well, he a Reader's Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed the window
At a hundred miles an
And landed fully
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' down the

Well, I don't figure be back
for a spell
Even though Rita moved
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 romp and
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the