Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was feelin' sad and of blue
I didn't what I was gonna do
The were comin' around
was in the air, they were on the ground
They all over

So I ran most hurriedly
And joined the John Birch
I got me a secret card
Went back to my
And started looking on the
'Neath the bush

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

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

I some footsteps by the front porch door
So I grabbed my shotgun from the
I snuck around the house 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 Holmes
some clues from my detective bag
And they was red stripes on the American flag
Did you know about Betsy

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

Well, I started thinkin' straight
When I run outta to investigate
I couldn't imagine doin' else
So now I'm at home investigatin'
Hope, I don't out too much, good God