Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I pounded on a
Lookin' for a to stay.
I was mighty, tired,
I had gone a long, way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is anybody home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' 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,
shoot me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout,
"You're that salesman
I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true,
I'm a kid
And I to college, too."

Then in his daughter
name 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
Know about farms, tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well."

Well, by the 'neath 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 right now,
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'.
There Rita
just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you to take 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 to take that shower, now?"

Well, I leave
the old man chased 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 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.
Rita mumbled
'Bout her on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He he's going 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 crashed through the
At a hundred 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 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.