Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I pounded on a
for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was on the steps
most alone
Well, out comes a
He have thought that I was nuts
He looked at me
And stuck a gun my guts

I fell
To my knees
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout
"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 comes his
name was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Dolce
I tried to cool it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, farm 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 "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
one condition
And you go to sleep now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

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

Well, I leave
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already
That I'd milk his
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came charging 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 all his might
Rita mumbled
her mother on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said he's to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
Rotten Commie rat"

Well, he a Reader's Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed the window
At a miles an hour
And landed 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 figure I'll be
There for a
Even though moved 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 and stomping
as I romp
Without of speech
I be in the swamp