Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nitemare

I on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a 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 have that I was nuts.
He looked at me
And a gun into my guts.

I down
To my knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout,
"You're that travelin'
That I heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true,
I'm a kid
And I to college, too."

Then in comes his
Whose was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Vita.
I tried to cool it
her dad,
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had.
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well."

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

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'.
There Rita
Lookin' just like Perkins.
She said, "Would you like to take a
show you up to the door."
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've through this before."
I knew I had to
But I know how,
she said,
"Would you to take that shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
the old man chased me out,
'Cause I'd already
I'd milk 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 came charging 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.
Rita mumbled
'Bout her on the hill,
As his hit the icebox,
He said going to kill me
If I get out the door
In two flat,
"You unpatriotic,
doctor Commie 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 landed blast
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road.

Well, I don't figure I'll be
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.