Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

I pounded on a
Lookin' for a to stay
I was mighty, mighty
I had a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in
Is anybody home?"
I was on the steps
Feelin' most
Well, out comes a
He must have thought that I was
He looked at me
And stuck a gun my guts

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

Then in comes his
name was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Dolce
I tried to cool it
her dad
And told him a
Nice, farm he had
He said, "What do
about farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

Well, by the 'neath my nails
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 right now
you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'
stood Rita
Lookin' like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you to take a shower?
I'll you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this before"
I I had to split
But I know 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 his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Castro and his beard"
looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I like Castro
I you heard me right"
And I as he swung
At me all his might
mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the
As his had hit the icebox
He said going to kill
Me if I get out the door
In two flat
"You
Rotten Commie rat"

Well, he threw a Digest
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 landed fully
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I don't I'll be back
There for a
though Rita moved away
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 of speech
I be in the swamp