Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I pounded on a
for a place to stay.
I was mighty, tired,
I had a long, long way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is there home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He must thought that I was nuts.
He looked 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 travelin' salesman
I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true,
I'm a kid
And I to college, too."

Then in his daughter
name 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 bottom of a well."

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I guess he I wouldn't 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 heard jerkin'.
There Rita
Lookin' like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a
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 couldn't
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 Fidel Castro and his beard."
looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro,
I you heard 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 he's going to me
If I get out the door
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
doctor Commie 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 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 figure be back
for a spell,
Even Rita moved away
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.