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 travelin' 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."

Then in his daughter
name was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita.
I immediately 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 bottom of a well."

Well, by the 'neath 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 don't touch my
And in the morning, the cow."

I was like a rat
I heard something jerkin'.
There stood
just like Tony Perkins.
She said, "Would you to take 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 promised
I'd milk his cows.
I had to say
To him very weird,
So I out,
"I like Castro and his beard."
Rita looked
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I like 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 get out the door
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 through the
At a miles an hour,
And landed blast
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he to load
The sun was up
And I was down 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.