Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I pounded on a
Lookin' for a place to
I was mighty, tired
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is there home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' alone
Well, out a farmer
He must have thought that I was
He looked at me
And stuck a gun into my

I fell
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you that travelin'
That I heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

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

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I guess he I wouldn't 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 sleep now
That you don't touch my
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I something jerkin'
There stood
Lookin' just like 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 know how
she said,
"Would you to take that 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 very
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 I heard you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the
As his had hit the icebox
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 hundred miles an
And landed blast
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
There for a
though Rita 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 might be in the