Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I pounded on a
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 have thought that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I down
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And began to
"Are you that travelin'
That I 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 his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
I tried to cool it
her dad
And told him 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 I wouldn't lie
He "I guess you're tired"
He it kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
Just one
And you go to right now
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard jerkin'
There Rita
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 knew I had to
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 promised
That I'd milk his
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Castro 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 like Fidel
I think you me right"
And I as he swung
At me with all his
Rita something
'Bout her on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He he's going to kill
Me if I get out the door
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 crashed the window
At a hundred an hour
And landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' down the

Well, I figure I'll be back
There for a
Even though Rita moved
And got a job in a
He still for me
Constant, on the sly
He to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
as I romp
Without of speech
I be in the swamp