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 standin' on the
most alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He must have thought I was nuts.
He immediately at me
And a gun into my guts.

I fell
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
shoot 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."

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

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I guess he knew I lie.
"I guess 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
When I something jerkin'.
There stood
Lookin' just Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this before."
I I had to split
But I didn't how,
she said,
"Would you like to take 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 Fidel and his beard."
Rita offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like Castro,
I you heard me right,"
And ducked as he
At me all his might.
Rita mumbled
'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 through the window
At a hundred 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 figure I'll be
for a spell,
Even though moved away
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.