Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I pounded on a
for a place to stay.
I was mighty, tired,
I had gone a long, way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is anybody home?"
I was standin' on the
most alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He have thought that I was nuts.
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun my guts.

I fell
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout,
"You're that salesman
I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true,
I'm a kid
And I to college, too."

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked 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 of a wishing well."

Well, by the 'neath my nails
I he knew I wouldn't lie.
"I guess tired,"
He said, sly.
I said, "Yes, ten miles
I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you
the stove.
Just one
And you go to sleep now,
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was sleepin' a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There stood
Lookin' like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this 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 him very weird,
So I out,
"I like Fidel and his beard."
looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like Castro,
I think you me right,"
And ducked as he
At me all his might.
mumbled something
'Bout her on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He said going to kill me
If I get out the door
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten doctor rat."

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

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell,
Even though Rita moved
And got a job in a motel.
He still for me,
Constant, on the sly.
He wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomp,
as I romp,
Without of speech,
I be in the swamp.