Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

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

I fell
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He his rifle
And to shout
"Are you that salesman
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 his daughter
name was Rita.
She looked 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
Know farms, pray tell?"
I said, "I was
At the bottom of a well"

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

I was like a rat
When I heard something
There stood
Lookin' just like Tony
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through movie before"
I I had to split
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 his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked
But she got out of the way
As he came down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I you say?"

I said, "I Fidel Castro
I think you me right"
And I as he swung
At me all his might
mumbled something
'Bout her on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He said he's going to
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 miles an hour
And landed blast
In his garden
said, "Come back!"
And he started to
The sun was up
And I was down the road

Well, I figure I'll be back
for a spell
Even though Rita 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
Thankful as I
freedom of speech
I be in the swamp