Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I on a farmhouse
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 on the steps
most alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He must thought that I was nuts.
He looked at me
And a gun into my guts.

I down
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout,
"You're that travelin'
That I have 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 like she out of
La Vita.
I immediately to cool 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 of a wishing 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 right now,
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard jerkin'.
There Rita
Lookin' like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
I'll you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
been through this before."
I knew I had to
But I know how,
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
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 like Fidel and his beard."
Rita looked
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 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 he's to kill me
If I get out the door
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 started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road.

Well, I figure I'll be back
for a spell,
Even though Rita moved
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.