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 standin' on the
most alone
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
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And to shout
"Are you travelin' salesman
That I have about?"
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and true
I'm a kid
And I to college, too"

in comes his daughter
Whose was Rita.
She looked like she out of
La Dolce
I immediately tried to 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 dirt 'neath my
I guess he knew I 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
Just one
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 heard something
There stood
Lookin' just like Perkins
She said, "Would you like to a shower?
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through this before"
I knew I had to
But I know how
she said,
"Would you like to that 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"
looked offended
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 you heard me right"
And I ducked as he
At me with all his
Rita mumbled
her mother on the hill
As his fist had hit the
He he's going to kill
Me if I don't get out the
In two seconds
"You
Rotten doctor rat"

Well, he threw a Reader's
At my and I did run
I did a
As I him get his gun
And crashed through the
At a hundred miles an
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
There for a
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 and stomping
Thankful as I
Without of speech
I might be in the