Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was sad and kind of blue
I didn't know I was gonna do
The Communists comin' around
was in the air, they were on the ground
They were all

So I ran most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch
I got me a membership card
Went back to my
And started looking on the
'Neath the rose

Well, I was lookin' everywhere for them gold Reds
I got up in the mornin' and looked my bed
behind the kitchen, behind the door
Even tore loose the floor, couldn't find any

I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the
Looking for them Reds
I way up my chimney hole
Even looked deep inside my bowl
They got

I heard footsteps by the front porch door
So I grabbed my from the floor
I snuck around the house with a huff and and
"Hands up, you Communist" it was a man
He me out

Well, I quit my job so I work alone
I got a magnifying glass like Sherlock
Followed some from my detective bag
And discovered they was red stripes on the flag
Did you know Betsy Ross

Well, I was sittin' home and I started to sweat
I figured they was in my set
I peeked behind the frame
And got a shock from my feet that hit my
Them Reds did it, no one's on the hootin'

Well, I finally thinkin' straight
When I run outta to investigate
I couldn't doin' anything else
So now I'm at investigatin' myself
Hope, I find out too much, good God