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 on the steps
Feelin' 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 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 tried to cool it
her dad,
And told him a
Nice, farm he had.
He said, "What do
about farms, pray 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 miles
I drove."
He said, "I got a bed for you
the stove.
Just one
And you go to right now,
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow."

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard jerkin'.
stood 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 been this before."
I I had to split
But I know how,
she said,
"Would you like to take 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 like Castro and his beard."
Rita offended
But she got out of the way,
As he came charging the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro,
I you heard me right,"
And as he swung
At me all his might.
mumbled something
'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,
Rotten doctor rat."

Well, he threw a Digest
At my and I did run,
I did a
As I him get his gun
And through 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 wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomp,
as I romp,
Without of speech,
I be in the swamp.