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 standin' on the
Feelin' alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He have thought that I was nuts.
He looked at me
And stuck a gun 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."

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Vita.
I tried to cool it
her dad,
And told him 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 my nails
I he knew 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,
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was like a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There Rita
Lookin' like 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 knew I had to
But I know how,
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
the old man chased me out,
'Cause I'd already
That I'd his cows.
I had to say
To strike him weird,
So I out,
"I like Castro and his beard."
Rita looked
But she got out of the way,
As he charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like 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 going to kill me
If I don't get out the
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
Rotten doctor 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 hundred an hour,
And fully blast
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 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.