Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a to stay.
I was mighty, tired,
I had a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is there home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He must have thought I was nuts.
He looked 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 travelin'
That I have about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true,
I'm a kid
And I to college, too."

Then in his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita.
I immediately to cool it
her dad,
And told him 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 you're tired,"
He said, sly.
I said, "Yes, ten thousand
I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you
the stove.
Just one
And you go to right now,
That you don't touch my
And in the morning, the cow."

I was sleepin' a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There Rita
Lookin' just Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a
show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've through this before."
I I had to split
But I didn't how,
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
the old man chased me out,
'Cause I'd promised
I'd milk his cows.
I had to say
To him very weird,
So I out,
"I like Castro and his beard."
Rita looked
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro,
I think you me right,"
And ducked as he
At me all his might.
Rita mumbled
her mother on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He said going to kill me
If I don't get out the
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten doctor rat."

Well, he threw a Digest
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 fully blast
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road.

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