Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I on a farmhouse
for a place 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
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
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And began to
"Are you travelin' salesman
That I have about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and it's
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

Then in his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
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 dirt 'neath my
I guess he knew I lie
He said "I you're tired"
He it kinda 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 touch my
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
There Rita
just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
I'll you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
been through this movie before"
I knew I had to
But I know how
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
Unless the old man me out
I'd already promised
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To strike him weird
So I
"I like Castro 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 like Castro
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
Rita mumbled
her mother on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said he's going to
Me if I don't get out the
In two seconds
"You
Rotten doctor 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 hundred miles an
And fully blast
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't I'll be back
for a spell
Even though moved away
And got a job in a
He waits 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 be in the swamp