Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I pounded on a
for a place to stay.
I was mighty, tired,
I had gone a long, way.
I said, "Hey, hey, in there,
Is there home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He have thought 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 salesman
That I 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 immediately to cool it
her dad,
And him what 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 dirt my nails
I guess he knew I lie.
"I you're 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 touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was sleepin' a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There stood
Lookin' just like Perkins.
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
been through this before."
I I had to split
But I didn't how,
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
Unless the old man me out,
I'd already promised
That I'd his cows.
I had to say
To strike him weird,
So I out,
"I Fidel Castro and his beard."
looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro,
I think you me right,"
And as he swung
At me all his might.
Rita something
'Bout her on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He he's going to kill me
If I get out the door
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
doctor Commie rat."

Well, he a Reader's Digest
At my and I did run,
I did a
As I him get his gun
And through the window
At a miles an hour,
And landed fully
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road.

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell,
Even though Rita 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.