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

I fell
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
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."

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

Well, by the dirt my nails
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 sleepin' a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There Rita
just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
I'll you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been this before."
I knew I had to
But I didn't how,
she said,
"Would you like to that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
the old man chased me out,
'Cause I'd already
I'd milk his cows.
I had to say
To strike him weird,
So I out,
"I like 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 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 going to kill me
If I don't get out the
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten doctor rat."

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

Well, I figure I'll be back
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.