Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

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

I fell
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
Don't 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"

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

Well, by the dirt my nails
I guess he knew I 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
one condition
And you go to right now
That you don't touch my
And in the morning, the cow"

I was like a rat
When I heard jerkin'
There stood
Lookin' just like 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 didn't how
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I leave
Unless the old man me out
'Cause I'd promised
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To strike him weird
So I
"I Fidel 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 you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me all his might
Rita something
her mother on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He said going to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
doctor Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Digest
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And through the window
At a miles an hour
And landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I don't figure 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
Thankful as I
Without of speech
I might be in the