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
They was in the air, were on the ground
They all over

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

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

I looked the sofa, beneath the chair
for them Reds everywhere
I way up my chimney hole
Even looked deep inside my bowl
got away

I heard some footsteps by the front porch
So I grabbed my shotgun the floor
I snuck the house with a huff and hiss 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 clues from my detective bag
And discovered they was red stripes on the American
Did you know about Ross

Well, I was sittin' home alone and I started to
I figured was in my television set
I behind the picture frame
And got a shock my feet that hit my brain
Them did it, no one's on the hootin' nanny

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