Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I pounded on a
for a place to stay
I was mighty, tired
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was standin' on the
Feelin' alone
Well, out a farmer
He must have that I was nuts
He immediately at me
And stuck a gun into my

I fell
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
shoot me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you that salesman
I have heard about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a and it's true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked she stepped out of
La Dolce
I tried to cool it
her dad
And him what a
Nice, pretty he had
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the of a wishing well"

Well, by the dirt 'neath my
I he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I you're tired"
He it kinda sly
I said, "Yes, ten miles
I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the
one condition
And you go to sleep now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was sleepin' a rat
When I heard something
There stood
Lookin' just like Perkins
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
been through this movie before"
I knew I had to
But I didn't how
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I leave
Unless the old man me out
I'd already promised
That I'd milk his
I had to say
To strike him very
So I
"I like Fidel 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 think you me right"
And I ducked as he
At me all his might
mumbled something
'Bout her on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He he's going to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
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 the window
At a hundred an hour
And fully blast
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I don't figure I'll be
for a spell
Even though Rita moved
And got a job in a
He waits for me
Constant, on the sly
He wants to me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the