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 anybody home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone
Well, out comes a
He must have that I was nuts
He looked at me
And a gun into my guts

I down
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you that salesman
I have 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 comes his
Whose was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
I immediately tried to 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 of a wishing well"

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

I was like a rat
When I heard something
stood Rita
Lookin' just Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this movie 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
That I'd milk his
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 came down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like Fidel
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
Rita something
her mother on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He said he's to kill
Me if I don't get out the
In two flat
"You
Rotten doctor rat"

Well, he a Reader's Digest
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 blast
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I figure I'll be back
There for a
Even though Rita away
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
Without of speech
I be in the swamp