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 anybody home?"
I was standin' on the
most alone.
Well, out a farmer,
He must thought that 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 that salesman
I have 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
name was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Vita.
I tried to cool it
her dad,
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had.
He said, "What do
Know farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well."

Well, by the 'neath my nails
I he knew I wouldn't 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,
That you don't touch my
And in the morning, the cow."

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

Well, I leave
Unless the old man me out,
I'd already promised
That I'd his cows.
I had to say
To him very weird,
So I out,
"I Fidel Castro and his beard."
looked offended
But she got out of the way,
As he charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's I heard you say?"

I said, "I like Castro,
I think you me right,"
And ducked as he
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,
doctor Commie 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 hundred an hour,
And landed blast
In his flowers.
said, "Come back!"
As he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road.

Well, I don't I'll be back
for a spell,
Even though Rita moved
And got a job in a motel.
He waits 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.