Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

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

I fell
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
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 she stepped out of
La Vita.
I immediately 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,
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was like a rat
I heard 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 know how,
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
Unless the old man me out,
'Cause I'd promised
That I'd his cows.
I had to say
To strike him weird,
So I out,
"I Fidel Castro 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 Fidel Castro,
I you heard me right,"
And as he swung
At me all his might.
Rita something
her mother on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He said he's to kill me
If I don't get out the
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten Commie rat."

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

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