Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a 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 immediately at me
And a gun into my guts.

I down
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout,
"You're that salesman
That I have 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 like she stepped out of
La Vita.
I tried to cool it
her dad,
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had.
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well."

Well, by the 'neath 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 touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'.
stood Rita
Lookin' just Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
been through this before."
I I had to split
But I know how,
she said,
"Would you like to 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 strike him weird,
So I out,
"I like Fidel and his beard."
Rita 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 as he swung
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 Commie rat."

Well, he threw a 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 landed fully
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' 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 to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomp,
as I romp,
Without of speech,
I be in the swamp.