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 there home?"
I was on the steps
most alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He have thought that I was nuts.
He looked at me
And stuck a gun my guts.

I down
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout,
"You're travelin' salesman
That I heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true,
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 tried to it
her dad,
And told him a
Nice, pretty he had.
He said, "What do
Know about farms, tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well."

Well, by the dirt my nails
I guess he 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 sleep now,
That you don't my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

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

Well, I leave
Unless the old man me out,
I'd already promised
That I'd his cows.
I had to say
To him very weird,
So I out,
"I Fidel Castro and his beard."
Rita offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

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

Well, he a Reader's 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!"
As he to load
The sun was up
And I was down the road.

Well, I don't I'll be back
for a spell,
Even though Rita moved
And got a job in a motel.
He waits 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.