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 there home?"
I was standin' on the
most alone
Well, out a farmer
He must have thought that I was
He looked at me
And a gun into my guts

I down
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And began to
"Are you that salesman
I have heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

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

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

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

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

I said, "I Fidel Castro
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
mumbled something
'Bout her on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He he's going to kill
Me if I don't get out the
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 through the
At a hundred an hour
And landed 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
There for a
Even though Rita away
And got a job in a
He waits for me
Constant, on the sly
He to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
Thankful as I
freedom of speech
I might be in the