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
Feelin' alone
Well, out a farmer
He must have thought I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun my guts

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

Then in comes his
Whose was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Dolce
I immediately tried to it
her dad
And him what 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 'neath my
I guess he knew I lie
He said "I you're 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 heard something
There Rita
Lookin' just Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a
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 leave
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd promised
That I'd milk his
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Fidel and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came charging the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

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

Well, he threw a Reader's
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 started to
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I figure I'll be back
There for a
Even Rita moved 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 and stomping
Thankful as I
Without of speech
I be in the swamp