Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I was home alone and I started to sweat
I figured was in my television set
I peeked behind the picture
And got a shock from my feet hit my brain
Them Reds did it, no on the hootin' nanny

Well, I finally started straight
I run outta things to investigate
I imagine doin' anything else
So now I'm at investigatin' myself
Hope, I find out too much, good God