Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to
I was mighty, tired
I had gone a long, way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is there home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' most
Well, out a farmer
He must thought that I was nuts
He looked at me
And stuck a gun my guts

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

Then in his daughter
name was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
I immediately to cool it
her dad
And told him a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
about 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 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 sleep now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony
She said, "Would you like to take a
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 to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
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 offended
But she got out of the way
As he charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro
I think you me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
mumbled something
'Bout her 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 seconds
"You
Rotten Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Digest
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 fully blast
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
for a spell
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
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the