Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty
I had gone a long, way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is there home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' most
Well, out a farmer
He have thought that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I fell
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you that salesman
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 his daughter
name was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And told him a
Nice, pretty 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 guess he I wouldn't lie
He said "I you're tired"
He said it sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
Just one
And you go to sleep now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
There stood
Lookin' like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show 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 leave
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd promised
I'd milk his cows
I had to say
To strike him weird
So I
"I like Fidel and his beard"
Rita looked
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 all his might
Rita something
'Bout her on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said going to kill
Me if I don't get out the
In two seconds
"You
doctor Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And through the window
At a hundred an hour
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 figure I'll be back
There for a
Even though moved away
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the