Luyện nghe bài hát Motorpsycho Nightmare

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

I down
To my bended
Saying, "I dig
Don't me, please!"
He cocked his
And began to
"Are you travelin' salesman
That I have 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
Whose was Rita.
She like she stepped out of
La Vita
I immediately 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 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
Just one
And you go to sleep now
That you touch my daughter
And in the morning, the cow"

I was like a rat
When I something jerkin'
There Rita
Lookin' like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a
show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no! no!
I've been through movie before"
I knew I had to
But I know how
she said,
"Would you like to take shower, now?"

Well, I couldn't
the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd promised
That I'd his cows
I had to say
To him very weird
So I
"I like Fidel 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 Fidel Castro
I think you me right"
And I ducked as he
At me all his might
Rita something
her mother on the hill
As his had hit the icebox
He said he's 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 miles an hour
And landed blast
In his flowers
said, "Come back!"
And he to load
The sun was up
And I was runnin' the road

Well, I figure 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 to turn me in
To the F.B.I.
Me, I and stomping
as I romp
Without freedom of
I might be in the