Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a 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
most alone
Well, out a farmer
He must thought that I was nuts
He immediately 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 salesman
That I have about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Vita
I immediately tried to it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

Well, by the 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I 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
Just one
And you go to right now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard jerkin'
There Rita
just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've through this movie before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you like to that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd milk his
I had to say
To strike him weird
So I
"I Fidel 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 think you me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
Rita mumbled
'Bout her mother on the
As his fist had hit the
He said going to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
Rotten Commie 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 landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
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
Thankful as I
freedom of speech
I might be in the